Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

Zarina spun towards the door and almost lost her balance when I walked in. She had a startled expression but, after a moment, put on a stoic face. Her eyes fixed on the picana in my hand and she drew in a short breath.

I nodded at one of the corners of the bed and instructed, “Throatfuck, take off your sports bra, put on a ring gag, and place your free hand by the post,” trying to express something like a sense of resignation. 

Zarina was the one who acted resigned to her fate as she finally exhaled. She kept her gaze on the floor and fumbled behind her back until the sports bra dangled from the wrist restraint locked to her and shuffled over to the bed post.

“On your knees.” Zarina dropped down into a squat and then put one knee on the ground and then the other. She did not seem to be stalling, but certainly was not trying to obey my commands with eagerness. She glanced up at my rock hard erection, but then looked away and down at the floor without expression. Of course she knew what was coming. I secured her lone free hand to the post, then double checked her other restraints. I took a moment to look for, but did not notice, any signs of tampering. So I undid the chain connecting her ankles and then I locked away the picana in a cabinet.

At that point I could not restrain myself any longer. I sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed Zarina’s shoulders and forced her once free hand behind her. It all happened fast, but I thought I noticed she had actually instinctively leaned in towards my groin. She knew what I wanted and it probably would have been easier on her if she was in control of her own movements. But I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and forced myself through the ring gag and down her throat. 

Zarina retched. Fresh tears sprang out of her eyes. She had only made a little progress in this department and I was sure my nickname for her would stick forever. Some girls are just built differently or take longer than others to learn. But even if I was the kind to show sympathy, nothing then could have stopped me from giving her one of the hardest throatfuckings yet. 

Zarina was trying between involuntary spasms to suck and lick as I had demanded of her, but I growled, “you better start working your lips and tongue, Throatfuck.” Her eyes bulged at me with both pleading and frustration. 

But Zarina did redouble her efforts and sucked about as hard as she ever did, while fluttering her tongue rapidly up and down the base of my shaft and head. I did not last long, though naturally always too long for her. As my contractions subsided, I looked down and saw that we were both covered in a mess of cum, saliva, tears, and the contents of her stomach. Through coughs and tears, she was trying to slurp and lick up everything on and around my still-hard member. But there was a lot. 

I did not care. Before this I had grown accustom to having Zarina 24/7 and I could enjoy the process of making her clean me up. But now I hoisted her up and threw her on the bed, though her wrist that was chained to the bedpost caught her weight and she winced. I pounced on top of her and forced myself all the way into her pussy. She was dry and her face scrunched up as I bottomed out inside her. I could feel the friction, even though my dick was still coated in a thick slobber of our juices. I did not care.

I raped Zarina hard. She yelped and her eyes shut tight. I pried one of her eyes open to remind her of what I liked and she kept a hard stare on me after that. Soon Zarina fell back into her old role and produced dirty talk that was just perfunctory enough to encourage me to go faster. For a while I felt myself hitting her cervix, though eventually she warmed up a little bit and accommodated my full thrust. Zarina was trying to squeeze against me and move her hips as she had found worked well in the past. But she was still crying despite the stoic face and monotone recitations of how much she liked me hurting her. She couldn’t really get aroused. I thought of using it as an excuse to punish her later, but who could blame her? 

I came hard again. Sometimes Zarina does not feel the twitch and seems to wonder whether the rape is actually over, but this time there was no mistaking my whole back arch and tense up. We were both panting, but I saw her relax ever so slightly. I stayed buried inside her, but felt myself slowly softening. I wanted to go again in her ass, but I immediately could feel that I had truly emptied my balls and would need to recharge. I toyed with the idea of making her just suck on me until I could go hard again. Why not try? That’s the beauty of having a sex slave.

I slowly pulled my still somewhat hard member out of Zarina’s now sloppy pussy and Zarina twisted her body around to align her mouth as she knew she had to. She shimmied underneath me and tilted her head upward to accept my cock through the ring gag. I slowly did the motions of fucking her throat against the waterproof mattress, and she choked a little. But I was losing my erection and growing sensitive. Once I had shrank down to the point that she could take all of me in her throat, she dutifully licked at everything down to my balls.

Soon I was reasonably satisfied with Zarina’s tongue bath, or perhaps too eager to get her to move on, despite how good her little licks through the ring gag felt on my now very tender groin. I pulled out of her mouth, rolled over, and sat up next to her. She gingerly rolled over in turn, seeming conscious of my cum leaking out of her pussy. I undid the restraint that held her other hand behind her back. The dirty sports bra that had been caught on her restraint fell to the side. She tried to slowly work that appendage that had not been used much in a couple of days and let out a soft moan.