Competition Breeds Excellence in Captivity

“You better clean out your pussy and get me hard again,” I growled.

Zarina’s newly freed hand shot between her legs and she dug her middle finger in deep, scooping out a large glob of my cum. She slowly brought it to her mouth and then made a show of tilting her head back, closing her eyes, and saying “ahhh!” She sucked on her finger from base to tip twice, pretending to savor the taste, and purring, “mmmmmm….” She was in a measure of control now.

“You’re on a time limit, though I’m not going to tell you what it is.” Zarina bolted upright and the exaggerated act vanished. I started the stopwatch.

“You know I better not find any cum still up your vaginal canal. It must have occurred to you that I have spent the past two days dreaming up new ways to torture you.”

Zarina got up on her knees but kept them spread and was trying to take advantage of gravity while she plumbed the depths of her pussy with her two longest free fingers. I could see the subtle movements from Zarina’s stomach down to her thighs as she tried to squeeze hard and force every drop out. 

It was then that I noticed Zarina was babying her other arm that was locked to the bed post. When I thew her on the mattress, had I hurt her shoulder, strained a muscle, or pulled a tendon or ligament? My mind was slowly coming to a post-climactic clarity.

Zarina caught that I was staring at her arm and not at what she was doing, ostensibly all for my enjoyment and arousal. She pursed her lips and tried out her sex kitten voice:

“Oooh I’ve missed your cum so much. Thank you for giving it to me,” she made exaggerated sucking sounds on her fingers again, “I love the taste of your cum mixed with my pussy juice. It’s just the best!”

My mind could easily now read it as an act, but my eyes drifted back over to watch Zarina and so she had my attention. What had probably been a forced smile suddenly showed a hint of a small victory. But I was still feeling spent and, for all her efforts, I was highly aroused but my cock was still completely soft. 

I glanced at the stopwatch and her movements became frantic. I let her panic for a few more moments as her fingers flew from her pussy to her to her mouth.

“Ok, that’s enough time,” I grabbed her hand and pulled her fingers out of her slit. 

Zarina inhaled and tensed, as I shoved her middle finger all the way up her vagina and scooped around. It sounded wet and sloppy in there, but that could have been just her juices. I took my time pulling her finger out, wanting to make the anticipation agonizing for her. She held her breath. Once it was out, I held her finger up to the light and looked all the way around it. No trace.

Zarina exhaled and gave a weak smile as I moved her finger to her lips to suck. Proof of another small victory, I guess. Or, more accurately, she had avoided another reason to be tortured. 

Zarina kept sucking on her finger with genuine relief, bobbing up and down, and harder on the tip as if she did not want to let go. Then she started gently caressing everything in my groin area.

“As much as I appreciate your efforts right now, you still have a lot of clean up to do.”

Zarina shot me a quizzical look.

“I really shouldn’t blame you for not swallowing all of my cum earlier, as I didn’t give you a chance and you were restrained. But now there’s something more erotic you could be doing with your mouth.”

Zarina leapt over the side of the bed. She immediately started sucking loudly on the fresh mattress stains and lapping at the spots of whatever mixture had started to dry. Fortunately for her, by design I was sitting close enough to the edge that she could keep stroking my member and scratching around my balls. 

But there was still quite a mess on the floor. Zarina kept glancing down at it, but despite several tries, she could not bring her lips to the floor because her one hand was locked to the bedpost and the other figuratively to my manhood. She looked up at me pleading but I did not respond. So while dragging her tongue across a mattress stain, she started:

“Master, please, if you could unlock my wrist from the bed, I could do a thorough job of cleaning up the floor the way you like…. And maybe…if you could scoot a little closer to the edge of the bed, I could do a proper job of keeping you stimulated at the same time.”

“Why should I have to do work to clean up your mess?”

“C’mon, please…. It’s for your benefit. All for your benefit,” she was on the verge of crying

We both knew she was in a no-win situation. I stayed silent.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t swallow it all. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep it all down. I’ll keep working hard on deepthroating. I promise. I’ve been working so hard on it. Aman, I hope you know that.” 

Zarina started crying.

“Well if you could keep your hand off my sex organs then maybe you could move around into a position where you could actually bring your face to the floor.”

Zarina screwed up her face and tilted her head. “But then I wouldn’t get to please you. And I’m still on a time limit right?”

“Yes.”

I let Zarina consider her dilemma for a few moments. She kept licking and slurping even though there wasn’t really anything noticeable within her tongue’s reach anymore. I suppose she was just trying to appear to stay busy and obedient.

“Look the faster I can clean up this mess on the floor, the faster I can get back to using my full array of skills to pleasuring and getting you hard again. And you would like that, right?”

Zarina had hit on a point and I was glad to see her logic take her there.

“Ok, so make me an offer.”

“If you unhook me from the bed and get a little closer to the edge, I’ll slurp up all this nasty bile and spit and…of course…your sweet, sweet, delicious cum…really quick. And then I can use both hands, and my mouth…and lips…and throat…and tongue…and lots of spit, all to make you feel good.” 

Zarina knew she had to fall back on playing the part when she was trying to bargain her way out of a predicament. It was going to work, but I couldn’t let that on quite yet.

“Why do you think I wouldn’t just lock one or both hands back up after you are done cleaning up the floor?”

“Ok, fine, just one hand! Or no hands! I just want to make you feel good and I can do that better with more options available!”

“True. But not good enough.”

I could see in her eyes that she was searching for an idea as she absent-mindedly dragged the tip of her tongue across the mattress, not even on spots where there were stains now. Then something hit her and I could see her become apprehensive. In a lower voice she said:

“You could hurt me while I’m sucking on you. Or just leave me in pain…where you don’t have to do any work.”

Ah, Zarina had finally remembered that my sex slaves were not just for sex. I smiled. Her expression grew darker.

“Make me an offer,” I said.

“I don’t know, you could whip my boobs or something. Or electrocute me. I mean, I thought when you had that picana earlier…” she trailed off.

“So you want me to shock you?”

“Nooooo…” Zarina’s eyes were watery now, but she continued “that picana hurts so much…. I just think…maybe I hoped…that I hadn’t done anything really bad to deserve it.”

Zarina’s blubbering was her stream of consciousness now. I waited. I was encouraged by her use of the term ‘deserve’ to indicate that she had been conditioned to expect punishment for her failings. Then she stopped:

“Hey, you said you’ve been thinking of new ways to torture me while you were gone, right? So go ahead…. Try one of those out on me.”

“Ok, that’ll do it. But you’ll probably wish you had bargained for a torment of your own choosing.”

Finally Zarina’s tongue froze. It slowly retracted into her mouth, but then she caught herself and started hastily licking at nothing in particular again. I shifted my weight over to the edge of the bed and her free hand stayed glued to me.

I ran a palm up and down from Zarina’s ass to her breasts. She stopped with the tongue action on the mattress and tried to bring her mouth to my cock, but she could only kiss the tip.

“See? See how much better it feels when I can use my mouth too?” She pleaded.

I ignored her, “Your body has healed nicely. I can go harder with the techniques that leave a mark again.”

Zarina shuttered involuntarily. At last I was starting to get hard again, so I wanted to get a move on with things and undid her bedpost restraint. 

Zarina did not hesitate and spun around to be face down in the putrid mixture of whatever she had left on the floor. She immediately began licking and sucking about as loudly as possible. With her hand that had been freed from the bed post, she scooped as much as she could along the floor into her mouth. She gagged several times, but managed to keep it down. Her stomach was probably almost empty.

I was enjoying the sight, but the time constraint had been very real and I called for timer to be displayed on the wall.

“You have a minute and forty seconds.”

Zarina’s eyes went wide and she stared up at me for an instant, then got right back to her best impression of hoovering everything up. She licked chunks off her sticky fingers and tried to make short sounds of enjoyment. Then she noticed that there were a bunch of spots on the mattress that had been too low for her to reach before, and in a flash she almost smashed her face into the side to get from one to the next. All the while her other hand kept alternately cupping and tugging my cock and balls. But I was still not hard.

After slurping up the last spot she could see, she lifted her head up and surveyed the area. She noticed a few lingering drops of some kind of bodily fluid and quickly licked them up, and then sat up.

“Do you think you are done?”

“I…don’t see anything else…. Do you?” She asked with hesitation.

I tilted my head and glanced around.

“No. But you are not done and time is almost out.”

I could see Zarina’s heart leap up. But she didn’t get it yet. Her eyes darted around us, and then she quickly brought her other hand and mouth to my groin. But she kept looking around, so I don’t think she had figured out what else she was supposed to do. Pleasuring me was just her default state when something else wasn’t going on. Not a bad assumption for a sex slave.

“17 seconds.”

My dick was all the way down her throat now and she was sucking hard and reaching around to finger my prostate. It was honestly too much given that I was still sensitive. But she was desperate. 

It may have dawned on her when she was able to take me all the way down her throat. I still was not fully erect.

“Time,” I said flatly.

Zarina wailed around my dick. I could make out some of her gurgling as “puhleez…mooore timeeee….”

I was not sure I needed to make it clear, but I said: “Your task was not just to clean up the mess you made.”

I pushed Zarina away. While her efforts did feel fairly good and it was intensely erotic to watch her desperation, my cock and balls were aching anyway so I secretly was glad for a little more recovery time. 

Zarina wailed loudly now and cried. She was shaking and holding her arms across her boobs, as if to protect them for what she knew was sure to come.

“PLEASE! I tried! I was trying the whole time. I just got so focused for a second that I forgot! Please! You have to see that it was because I was totally focused on trying to do everything you wanted!”

“But that’s not everything that I told you I wanted.”

“But, but… you like watching me, forcing me, to lick up your cum and my puke, right? It’s not my fault you need more time to get hard! PLEASE! You don’t have to hurt me!”

“You made the offer. You know I like hurting you.”

Zarina’s sobs became incoherent. I stood up.