The High Tech trained girl
Part 4
He knew who was responsibly for this tension in his body and he started to
make plans for his work to morrow with Julia. Why could he not keep her from
his mind and thoughts? After all she was only just another slave girl, one
of the many he had seen passed by in this cellar. But still.....
"SUCK!"
"Yes Master!"
She moved quickly down to her new working place and placed her knees between
his legs, to bend over and started to let him enjoy her tongue and lips. She
didn't know that he had plans for her to keep stimulating him for hours.
She was a bit tired but knew that she could only sleep when he decide it was
time for her to do so, even though she would have her full training hours to
morrow.
If she had knew that he had planned her in for hours she could have tried to
move her tongue a little more slowly but she didn't and soon she found out
that her self chosen pace was to tiring for her. But what could she do? If
she slowed down he would perhaps produce the remote control from his pocket
and then she was in for pain out of this world. Her whole body remembered it
well, too well.
And she felt the contraction of fear in her body, just thinking of this
indescribably pain. It must not happen what ever it takes from her to
prevent it. So she tried to keep the pace with her tongue and it went better
when she didn't think about it.
He felt more relaxed now and just closed his eyes and felt her tongue moving
rapidly and as fast as he had taught her. Good! He wondered how long she
could keep up that rate. He could feel he started to go hard again and he
ordered her:
"DOWN!"
In a split second she pulled her head down over him and his dick went deep
down there in her throat. By the hissing sound he heard from her he could
understand that she was taking deep breaths through her nose.
After a short visit in her throat he let her start sucking him again and
massaging him with her tongue.
He was thinking of Julia again.
Perhaps an ordinary man would have had bad conscience of thinking of one
girl at the same time he was using another girl's mouth, but in this house
it was very much allowed.
The slave girl, with her mouth around his dick, had nothing to do with whom
he was thinking of when she worked at his body for his pleasure. She should
only do what she was told. And she did, in fact they all did.
Even if he has had Julia in the same room this slave girl would just do what
he ordered her to.
She meant nothing to him. He didn't even care for her name. He had no use
for her name. Number 3 was enough. She had only to do what he wanted her to
and she would do it as perfect as she could and as willingly as she was
capable of.
He knew that he hadn't had this logical and strict thinking about those
slave girls before he started to work at this place. Instead he thought of
him self as a gentle and tender lover for his females, but in here he had
adopted the kind of thinking that has its place here, a manly egoistic and
almost mechanical view of the slave girls in the cellar.
The slave girls were here to be trained and used for the amusement and
pleasure of others than them self, to obey and execute given orders.
Their minds were also made so simple that it coincides with their own way of
thinking. The slave girls have had a very short period of resistance before
their plain minds accepted the fact that they were happy and content with
their roles to obey as slave girls.
He had very often seen them show genuine gratitude to their Masters for
training them and even using them in the ways that they were trained to. He
had seen the slave girls trying to get in with their Master in showing their
newly learned skills.
He thought that it was in a mixture of fear of punishment and eagerness to
receive the acknowledgement in form of a "Good girl" statement from their
Masters.
One must understand that the slave girls were isolated from the real outside
world and had their only input from their Masters and the other slave girls
to compare with when large areas of their old memory was erased.
# 3 had a quick and soft tongue and perhaps he should find another use for
it. He had always said "The Man's decision is one and his action is two". In
this cellar it was truer than ever.
In here he had only to decide and order then the slave girls make it happen.
He told her to stop and she raised to her feet in a second and stood in the
order position in the same cell corner as she started from. Her mouth was
still invitingly open and her tongue now rested at her lower lip again. Her
tongue was so still now that he had difficulty to think of its rapid
movement's just seconds before.
The slave girl herself felt her tongue vibrate in small tics, as if it was
after reactions of its earlier forced movements.
As a Headmaster he knew that he must adjust his demands to what the slave
girl was trained to perform, that's why he usually picked out a slave girl
from the low numbered cells. They were trained for almost anything.
He turned to his belly in her bed and put his legs apart. In an ordinary
situation he had felt it embarrassing to do so in front of a girl, but she
was just a slave girl.
When he had put himself in position he ordered:
"TONGUE!"
This command word was well known by this slave girl, who had been at the
Company training in close to two month now. Tongue training was time
scheduled in the sixth week.
She quickly transport herself over the room and again between his parted
legs and in the same movement as she move her head down to his butt she took
hold of his hard butt cheek muscles and carefully pull them aside and
forwards her tongue to her dark little target. A target she now must massage
and stimulate with her tongue for his pleasure.
She had absolutely no values of what she was about to do, more than this was
an acting that she many times had been trained to perform on command.
Instead she focused on to do exactly as she, in detail, was taught to do at
this order and perhaps to get a "Good girl!" from her Master.
The last recognition was nothing she could expect. She knew she must work
hard for it and do more than her very best.
The Masters were different and this Master was not easy to please, that she
knew.
She started to move her tongue quickly over the crack and around that hole,
licking, touching and massaging at it with the tip of her tongue.
"IN!"
She sharpened her tongue and pressed it to the small hole and started to
move it in and out to make it enter more and more. Moaning he move his
bottom higher and up against her head and tongue to the point that he was on
his knees but kept his head down.
She was careful not to break his enjoyment and kept pressing her sharpen
tongue into the hole and out, in and out, in and out as fast as she could.
"HANDS!"
She understood and quickly moved her body weight backwards on her knees to
keep her balance and took her both, now free, hands and hold on his dick and
testicles. She strokes them gently but in different directions.
She started to massage at his dick with her right hand and tickle at his
balls, below her chin, on the same time with her left hand. She wouldn't
dare to interrupt those movements during her tongue worked in and out.
She kissed with her lips at his brown hole to rest her tongue for a second
or more and then started to move her tongue in and out again. In his silence
he accepted it. To rest her tongue for seconds she kept it still and rigid
and moved her head instead.
She could hear him breath heavier and understood that he soon wanted to cum.
He didn't give her any other order so she kept at her duties and increase
the pace even more. To let him enjoy her handling him at the highest level
was her doing and that could save her body from unwanted pain if he had the
remote in his pocket and wanted to thank her, in this up-side-down-world,
for her performance and on the same time encourage her to be quicker, more
perfect, and more enjoyable next time by giving her some electric jolts.
Next time was in the future. She had her moment now and so had he.
She moved her right hand quicker over his dick and tickled with her left
hand fingers on the front of his bolls that were pressed to her chin and
really moved her tongue in its in - out movements.
He released himself downwards the bed and she was ready to throw herself
between his legs and under him to take his member in her mouth. She was just
waiting for his order to do so, but it didn't came.
She had learned to slow down her pace when her Masters had released
themselves and so she did. Now she waited for the order to remove her body
or what to do next.
She know that the Masters never had thanked her no matter how much she has
given and how much she had tried and strained herself for their pleasure and
enjoyment. She was there for their pleasure and as a thanks they trained her
to give more or stimulate her by pain to give much more next time. This was
the only life she knew, now days. I her mind she had accepted it all the
way.
She had been told that some other slave sisters had got a "Good girl", so
she had still hope for that bonus of her own.
"STAND!"
As soon as she had moved he also rose from the bed, still thinking of Julia
and watches the slave girl as she stood in her order position and waited for
his next instruction.
When he left the bed she could see wet semen spots on her thin blanket and
that his eyes stayed at them for a second. She didn't know that he still was
thinking of Julia and didn't sew the wet smear of his sperm.
With a lightning speed she darted ahead and bent over the bed, pulls her
head down to the stain and started to lick it up. She felt the blanket rough
nap against her soft tongue but couldn't care. When she was ready she rose
to her feet again and stood in the same posture and waited for his next
move.
To be continued.
