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That evening, I walked to Natalie’s dormitory with a spring in my step. The girl had had time to accustom herself to her new environment; now, it was time to begin my pretty young pupil’s education.
Some of my fellow teachers preferred to have the students for the first time in their private rooms, where they could enjoy themselves without fear of interruption. I, on the other hand, liked to visit my students from time to time in their dormitories. It was an important part of Natalie’s education that she learn she was not safe even in her own bed.
As I had done the previous night, I slipped quietly into the dormitory. Natalie was asleep; a natural sleep this time, evidence of a harrowing day. She lay on her front, hugging her pillow protectively. The duvet had slipped part way down her back, revealing her slim shoulders. I leant over her, excited by the fact that she was unaware of my attention, feeling myself harden in anticipation of what was to come.
I was holding the handcuffs. She had conveniently fallen asleep with both hands near the bedrails. Gently, trying not to wake her, I close one cuff about her left wrist. As Natalie began to stir, I passed the cuffs about one of the wooden rails in the head of the bed and snapped it shut about her other wrist, locking the lass helplessly in place.
Her head turned a little, her hands moving; the cuffs restrained her. She began to wake. Before she could come fully to her senses, I seized her by the shoulders, turned her roughly to her back and lay on top of her, pressing one hand over her mouth.
Natalie’s eyes opened wide, to see me staring down at her. Instinctively she tried to push me off her, but the cuffs prevented her from defending herself. Her lithe body twisted deliciously under my weight, and she automatically began to scream, but my hand clasped across her mouth silenced her. I stayed like that, holding her still, until her initial panic subsided, and she merely stared up at me with wide, frightened eyes.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “What will you do if I take my hand away, Natalie?” I asked. “Will you scream for help? Who will hear?”
I saw her eyes flick from side to side, to where her fellow students lay sleeping. I tutted, mockingly. “And what will they do, Natalie? Do you think they’ll rush to your defence? Against their master?” I leaned in closer as I saw her considering my words. “They won’t dare to help you, my darling.” I kissed the lobe of her ear, gently. “They won’t do anything except watch.” I slowed my words for emphasis. “They’ll just watch... everything... I do to you.”
I waited, looking gloatingly down at my young victim, as the realisation of her predicament sank in. She clenched her eyes closed, and a tear trickled from her left eye. I removed my hand from her mouth. Natalie didn’t scream; she turned her head to the right, as though that would make a difference.
Satisfied that Natalie would remain docile, at least for the moment, I rolled back from her sufficiently to pull the duvet from her completely. Natalie whimpered in shame, turning away from me as much as possible and drawing up her legs. I grinned, slipping one finger between her legs, at the top of her thighs, teasing her cunt. She cried out despite herself, and turned to her back, trying to protect her intimacies. She looked at me, frightened. Grinning, I licked my lips, admiring her firm young breasts, her shapely waist and hips, her shaven pussy just visible between her clenched thighs, her knees lifted to conceal her sex.
Then I had had enough of just looking. I took Natalie in my arms, encircling her slender form, my lips seeking hers. She tried to turn her head away, but she was too slow; my mouth clamped on hers. My tongue forced the girl’s lips apart, thrusting into her mouth; I sucked eagerly on her tongue. The eighteen year old’s body squirmed in my arms as she tried desperately to avoid my caresses.
I broke off the kiss, but did not release the girl; instead I continued to kiss her about the neck and shoulders, slowly moving downwards. Natalie tried to hold herself still, but could not help wriggling. I heard small choking sobs escape her and, though she must have realised it was hopeless, she continued to flinch and pull at the handcuffs. I began to kiss her about the breasts, my lips following their curves before encircling her left nipple, teasing it with my tongue, feeling it begin to harden instinctively. “Oh God, no!” she wept. “Please, leave me alone!” I merely chuckled, and continued to kiss and lick her lovely body. As I did so, I ran my hands along her hips and legs in possessive caresses, squeezing her thighs and bottom.
As I worked my way down her stomach, Natalie’s distress increased. She began to thrash in my arms, though retaining enough presence of mind to stifle her protesting sobs to keep from waking the other girls. Her legs tensed and moved under my hands, she keeping them close together. Natalie had a virgin’s fear of having sex forced on her. I found that reticence becoming, even erotic, at least for now; she would have to be trained out of it, of course, but for now her maidenly resistance was adding to my excitement. I knew that she would be able to feel my thick, erect prick pressing against the soft flesh of her calves. The thought of her fear made it swell all the more.
My lips browsed down to the base of her stomach, to her smoothly shaven pubic area. Her thighs were clenched together protectively; I kissed the groove between them, my insistent probing tongue lapping at Natalie’s most sensitive, private region. She grimaced, flinching at the alarming sensations I was inducing in her young body! My hands took her thighs and pushed them apart, firmly, just enough to allow my tongue access to her sensitive clitoris. I took that little bud between my lips, lapping at it with the tip of my tongue. Almost immediately, and quite to Natalie’s distress, I felt it swell, engorged with excitement. I chuckled in amusement at her reluctant arousal. “Have you touched yourself down there, Natalie?” I asked softly. “Did it feel as good as when I touch you? I bet it didn’t.”
I returned to kissing her between her legs, my hands reaching up to caress her breasts. Those soft, perfect globes were showing similar evidence of her responsiveness, the nipples swollen and erect beneath my palms. Natalie was fighting her body’s reactions, but it was a battle she could not win; nature and experience would carry the day. With a moan, Natalie’s hips rose as she lifted herself to my mouth. It was only for a moment; then she pressed back onto the bed, realising with horror what she had done, the sluttish way she had behaved. But it was no good denying it. I laughed in triumph, and decided I was done with foreplay.
I raised myself to my elbows, looking Natalie directly in the face. She could feel the pressure of me lying on her legs and lower torso, though I kept enough weight off to allow her some movement. “Spread your legs, girl,” I ordered.
Natalie’s eyes widened with horror; she shrank back into the mattress. “No...” she whispered, and her voice broke into a sob. “No, please don’t make me!”
“Get them spread good and wide, baby!” I hissed. “I’m not playing with you here!”
The teenager could only shake her head, frozen in terror, knowing she could not escape her ravishing but unable to accept her fate and surrender her virginity to me. I was not surprised, but it did not matter; the outcome was inevitable.
I knelt up, and seized Natalie’s ankles. Brutally, not caring if I hurt her, I forcibly threw her legs apart. Natalie now lay before me, naked, her pussy as bare as a child’s, completely available to me. Desperate, she threw her head back and to the side, stifling a wail of despair, arching her back as she tugged at her bonds. With a chuckle, I took her in my arms, kissing at her face and neck, lying between her spread-eagled legs.
She tried to struggle, to push me off her, but with her hands confined could do no more than press her lovely body against mine, and thrash her coltish legs about me. I tasted the salt tears on her soft cheeks, and felt my prick press against her moist, tender sex. “Nooo...” the girl whimpered.
Then I pressed home, and Natalie moaned in defeat as her innocence was torn from her forever. I thrust forward, penetrating her deeply, with a sigh of triumph, feeling myself cocooned tightly in the soft, warm sheaf of her cunt. I held her still like that for a moment, my face inches from hers, deep inside her body, savouring my victory. Then I started to move, in and out, rhythmically thrusting into Natalie’s body, again and again. The girl’s breath was coming in short gasps, her eyes tight shut, as she endured her first ravishing.
“Are you liking it yet, baby?” I asked. “It’s good, isn’t it? There’s plenty more where this came from, believe me!”
Harder and faster I thrust to her, holding the girl tightly to me, my body striking hers with repeated blows. Occasionally I paused, wanting to prolong my pleasure, studying my young pupil’s reactions. Tears were streaming freely from Natalie’s eyes; she was biting her lower lip to keep from crying out, a charmingly childlike mannerism; her breathing would quicken automatically as I pounded her harder, matching the rhythm of my aggressive assaults with small, girlish gasps.
Her evident distress at my rough treatment excited me all the more, even as the fight went out of her. Defeated, overwhelmed, Natalie could only lie beneath me, impaled, her legs moving a little, sometimes raising a shapely knee in a bid to ease her discomfort. Looking into her wide eyes, they swimming with tears, I saw that Natalie recognised that her defeat was total, my conquest of her body and spirit complete. As the thrill of breaking her in so completely coursed through me, I felt my manhood pulse with renewed energy, and again I forced it deep into the girl’s body, right up to the balls, repeatedly, until I gripped her even more tightly and fired my seed deep within her. Natalie’s face twisted with misery as, for the first time in her young life, she felt the jets of semen flood her body, shooting into her with such force that, had it not been for the contraceptive pill she had been given, I felt confident that I would have certainly impregnated her!
I smiled triumphantly, looking gloatingly down on the girl as her pretty face crumpled in despair. I held her still for a long moment as she shuddered and sobbed, while my breathing slowed. I withdrew from her, but lay alongside her, stroking and kissing her face gently. In time, Natalie began to calm, though she still flinched a little when I touched her.
These responses were familiar, and expected. I was unconcerned. I had trained many girls for slavery; Natalie was no different. For now, she might feel traumatised at having been taken by force, but she would grow accustomed to such treatment. The day would come when she would be filled with dread at the thought of the punishment resistance would earn her, and be filled with gratitude at the smallest kind word or gentle touch from her master.
For now, she had the rest of the night to wallow in self pity, mourning the loss both of her freedom and her virginity. Before taking my leave, I kissed softly at her earlobe. “Did it hurt, baby?” I enquired. Natalie did not answer at first; annoyed, I moved my hand to her left breast and pinched the still-swollen nipple, hard. The girl gasped at the sudden pain, her eyes opening wide. “Yes!” she choked. “Yes, Master, it hurt!”
I released my cruel grip, and caressed her breast lovingly. “It will get easier as you learn to perform better,” I promised her. “There are a lot of painful lessons for you to learn before you can please men the way a slave like you must. And I’m going to enjoy training you to serve. I’m going to enjoy you a great deal, Natalie.” I kissed her one last time. “It starts tomorrow. So sleep well, slave girl.”
I rose from the bed and retrieved my robe. Natalie watched, at first relieved that her ordeal was over. But then, as I made to leave, she tried to sit up, alarmed. “Master!” she whispered.
I looked back. Natalie pulled at the handcuffs that kept her locked to the bed, half lying on her right hip, half sitting. Her right leg was stretched out along the bed, her left bent at the knee, pushed forward so that the left foot was tucked under her right thigh. I could see, on the interior of her thigh, streaks of blood from her torn hymen mingling with traces of semen, drying on her skin. She looked at me beseechingly, trying to hold out her restrained hands, a mute appeal written clearly on her tearstained face. She wanted me to release her. She knew that if I left her as she was, it would be clear to her dorm mates what had been done to her. Ashamed, she wanted to keep her ravishing a secret.
“I’m sorry, my beauty,” I said softly. “I seem to have forgotten the key.”
Disbelief filled Natalie’s features, before her head fell forward and her shoulders began to shake with stifled sobs. She curled up on the pillow, drawing her lovely legs up into an almost foetal position. I grinned to myself and turned to leave, abandoning Natalie, bound to the bed, the covering of the duvet lying on the floor beyond her reach.
I had given young Natalie a taste of what it meant to belong to men. Tomorrow, her education would begin in earnest!
Note: The editor of BDSMbooks.com has asked me not to put too much of one book on a free site, so this is the last chapter I’ll be posting. The remainder can be found in two volumes at www.bdsmbooks.com/libraryMcCall/McCall.htm . If you don’t feel like paying for the full book, there is a further free chapter from volume II that you can get via the link.
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