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control of
her mind. Nothing mattered under such powerful compulsion but
sating the wild, raw lust within her, and she jerked convulsively
against his mouth as sparkling hot rushes of heat set her muscles
spasming and quaking.
    She gasped dazedly as he suddenly seemed to
surge upward. Her legs were spread, and for a moment she thought he
was going to take her there, right against the wall, but instead
the pressure on her arms was released, the firm hold the shackles
had on her was gone. He spun her about again, pressing her against
the wall, and she almost pushed her bottom back, expecting him to
take her that way again.
    Instead she felt him pull her wrists back
behind her, and a moment later the now familiar feeling of cool
metal closed around them.
    “Wh-what – ?”
    The shackles locked tightly, and she had to
look up to reassure herself the other shackles were still there,
dangling from the wall. What then – ?
    He spun her about again, and she staggered on
rubbery legs. Then he pushed down, and she could not resist,
sinking heavily to her knees on the cool, dark tiles.
    His cock was bare, stiff, thrusting out of
his trousers, pointing directly at her face.
    She moaned hungrily at the sight, and did not
need his hands in her hair, pulling her forward as she opened her
mouth wide to take him into her. She moaned heatedly, sucking on
the head, her tongue working eagerly as she rolled her eyes up
towards him.
    Arrogant bastard, she thought, but it was a
weak thought surrounded by the banked fires of feverish hunger as
she sucked him deeper into her mouth.
    “Naughty little slave girl,” he purred. “Time
to show your master why he should forgive you.”
    God, he was thick! It wasn't like she'd had
an awful lot of experience, but his cock was far thicker than any
she'd had before, and a part of her revelled in that even as she
bobbed her lips up and down on it.
    Her wrists remained locked behind her in
metal. So this was an unfamiliar sort of thing to her. Always
before, her oral sex included her hand squeezing the shaft as her
lips bobbed up and down on the head and the front part. Sometimes
she would rub at the balls, too, but now she could do nothing, and
in fact, could not even control the depths of his cock the way she
usually did. He was pumping slowly now, pushing his cock into her
mouth as he pulled forward on her hair.
    “Little sex slave,” he growled. “Please your
lord and master, slave girl.”
    He pulled at her hair, and though it hurt she
felt a wild, raw excitement at it. She moaned, writhing there
before him on her knees, hardly able to keep her hips still with
the burning between her legs.
    He was practically fucking her mouth, she
thought with shocked, wicked excitement.
    The fever flamed hotter, and she moaned
around his slick shaft as it slid in and out, and then her eyes
bulged as he pulled her forward, and she began to gag. The head of
his cock had pushed too deep, had pushed into the entrance of her
throat. Immediately, she thought it was a mistake, but he kept
pushing, and her eyes grew wider as he pulled her forward by the
hair even as he thrust forward with his hips.
    His cock slid down her throat, inch after
inch of it, until, jerking and convulsing, she found her face
pressed against his groin.
    She jerked convulsively, trying to draw back,
but he held her easily in place. Her bare knees scrabbled at the
floors and her wrists jerked against the shackles binding them
behind her, but he held her tightly as her initial panic began to
ebb.
    Then she felt him pulling at her hair,
drawing her back, and she gurgled weakly as the fat cock slid back
up her throat and out. She had to fight her gag reflex, but then
coughed and gasped, saliva pouring over her lower lip and onto her
chest as she gulped in air. She was gasping and unable to speak as
he twisted his fingers again in her hair, rubbing his cock against
her face.
    “Good slave girl,” he said as if pleased with
a pet. “We'll have you