What a lovely thing a trained slave is. Holly begins to settle into her new life.
Holly quickly zipped up the skirt of her now filthy- and becoming worn cheerleader outfit. She hated herself for doing it- it really did smell a bit, and she knew she was only doing it because Mark enjoyed it- she wasn’t a cheerleader anymore, she was Mark’s property- but she knew that Mark found it sexy, and sometimes it was enough to convince him to give her a line. Life was so much more bearable after a line or two. Heck, she enjoyed sex with Mark after a couple lines.
Holly turned the water off, and wiped the fog off of the mirror with her hand. She really had no idea if her parents were still looking for her. Where was she?-She had always been a daddy’s girl. Maybe he’d find her. She was now in the hands of a sociopath, and she really had had no idea before what that meant before, but had too good an idea now. Would her daddy still love her after Mark had used her so roughly? Would her parents be okay with her meth use? How much would it cost to maintain her habit? Would she still be daddy’s little girl if he found out she could take Mark’s fist in her ass now?
“Come on out here, Holly. Come on.” Mark called from the main room. Her only other room. She hadn’t left these two rooms in a couple months now.
Holly walked out into the living room, and dropped to her knees immediately.
Mark looked down at the kneeling girl with a satisfied look on his face. She was almost always kneeling in front of him now. “Good girl.” he said. “Holly is Mark’s good girl. Now, what does good girl Holly want from Mark?”
Holly kept her head down, but looked up at Mark through her long eyelashes. “Sir, I would like whatever you want for me or from me. But…” She hesitated.
Sometimes he was okay with direct requests. But sometimes he got agitated. And Mark’s agitation could mean any number of different things for Holly. She took a chance. “Maybe sir would give Holly some magic dust?”
Mark grinned. He had been tweaking for almost 8 hours now, looking forward to this long weekend he was going to spend with his little plaything. He hadn’t expected her to become an addict so easily and so completely, but he loved that she had. “Does my little good girl Holly want some dust? Well, maybe she can earn it.”
Mark unbuckled his pants, pulling them off, and turned away from Holly. He had showered before work, but that had been 9 hours and a lot of time in the hot warehouse he worked in ago. He hadn’t worn underwear- no proper slaveowner should wear underwear- it was a sign of weakness, of course- and his asscrack and taint were ripe and sweaty. But that’s what slaves were for.
“Good girl Holly is going to clean up her Master Mark, and then she can have a line of magic dust.” He knew she hated this.
Holly grimaced. And then she started licking Mark’s ass. She didn’t have a choice- if she didn’t lick it, he wouldn’t give her meth. It tasted so disgusting, like dirty asshole. Because that’s what it was. No literal shit- Mark was a sociopath, but he was also at least moderately hygenic- but she knew Mark got off on her hating the taste. So- she knew what got this done quickly- asshole to balls, tongue never leaving his sweaty, hairy taint- and back, quick dip into his tight ring- she could feel him flex on her tongue. Dammit, she hated this, but she also liked to be good at what she did. And she took some disturbing pride at his balls shrinking up against his flesh. His cock was hard in a hurry. Fuck. She used to be proud of A’s on homework, on dating the star wide receiver. Now she ate ass. And did it well.
After what seemed like hours- but was really only about 2 minutes- Holly pulled away and licked her lips. “Thank you, Sir. May Holly have a line of magic dust now?” Holly looked up at Mark.
“What do you say, Holly?” Mark asked. “You know that’s what a good slave says.”
“Yes, sir, I want to be your good little slave, sir, may I have some dust, please?” Holly said in a faux-childish voice. She always asked for her meth this way now. It had taken Mark only a few weeks to train her to ask for it that way. It made the process so much easier.
“Yes, Holly, my good little slave, may have a bump. How do you want it, baby girl.”
Holly relaxed a little bit. If he was this easy-going right now, this night could actually be fun. He only ever called her ‘baby girl’ when he was relaxed and genuinely wanted company, rather than just an object to take his seed and go away.
“Maybe Master could put it in widdle Howwy’s bum bum?” she cooed at him. She loved booty bumps the most.
“Okay,” said Mark. “Go mix the shot up for me.”
Holly went over to the cabinet where Mark stored his drugs. He had unlocked it first thing when he came in and sent Holly to change. She cut out a fat line of the meth and dumped it into a shot glass. She mixed a little water into it, swirled it, and grabbed a plastic syringe sitting on the counter. Her syringe. For this purpose. And she drew the mixture into the plastic tube. Then she took a dollop of lube and rubbed it up and down the sides. She walked back over to Mark, handed it to him, and turned away, bent over. She didn’t pull down her panties because she didn’t have any on.
Mark stepped up close to Holly and shoved the syringe into her butt. She winced a little-he wasn’t delicate- but stayed bent over. She loved that he liked to give her booty bumps like this. And she hated that she liked being bent over in front of him, knowing that she was his bitch and his property. She felt the lovely splash of the drug as he injected it into her butt. He quickly pulled the syringe out, and then- like he did almost every time- he quickly drove his finger into her now-lubed, and, after a couple of months- trained asshole. The same joke every time-
“Quick, plug up the hole before it leaks out!”
She winced a little at how rough he was, how ruthless with his finger. Sawing in and out pretty aggressively. But she had been in training for a couple months now- breath deeply, relax, embrace his finger, and also- her hand reached down between her legs and she started strumming her clit. Already, his finger was feeling much easier.
She let out a soft moan. It had taken a long time to learn this- the first week or so had been nothing but pain, humiliation, and shame. But she had learned to accept this. And then she had learned to love it- somewhat to her dismay. And she especially loved it as the meth started flaring in her rectum.
Mark quickly pulled his finger out, and slapped Holly on her ass. She didn’t move, but just stood there, bent over, stroking her pussy. The meth was really taking effect now. She felt invincible. She had come to love having Mark up her ass. She felt so slutty. She felt so free. She kept rubbing her clit and her juices were running.
Mark walked over to the counter. “Stay there, my lovely Holly. Stay bent over. Keep rubbing your clit. Master is going to bring back a prize for you.”
Mark cut himself a fat line, snorted it up, and the grabbed the lube. He took a huge dollop on his finger, lubed up his cock, and then got another huge dollop. Never too much lube- when Holly was good girl. And when Master was feeling generous. Sometimes he used less. But tonight- huge.
He walked back over. Slid his finger directly in, smeared the sides of her lovely asshole with lube.
“Ooooohhh” she moaned, and she felt Mark’s finger leave her, and then the familiar, wonderful pressure of his cock pressing against her asshole. She pushed her ass back towards him, and felt his cockhead pop into her ass, and then his cock slide the rest of the way in. There was still pain when he went in too quick, like now, but it was mixed with pleasure now.
Holly started moaning again. She couldn’t believe she was having this much fun, her ass being used so thoroughly.
“Oooohhhh fuck yessss, Master…” she hissed.
“Ohhh, Holly good girl loves Master’s cock, eh?” -it had only taken about two weeks to thoroughly break Holly in, but even after his- if Mark dared say so himself- truly skilful training- he had to admit she was even more of an ass slut then he ever dared hope for.
“Yesssss.” Holly hissed again. “Fuck yes, Holly’s ass is Mark’s toy, sir, ohhhh.”
And then Holly came. Her quick, sharp orgasm took her completely by surprise, but it overwhelmed her. She yipped and her legs grew a bit wobbly. Mark bent over and wrapped an arm around her skinny waist, holding her up, as he continued fucking her ass. He leaned his mouth against her ear.
“That’s my good slut. Good slut Holly. Take it, babygirl. This is what you’re for.” Mark reached down and strummed her clit a little bit. And then, driving his cock hard into her hole, he pinched her clit it gently. She yipped again, but her asshole clenched on his cock and already she was building to a bigger one.
Holly was still riding the meth up to full pleasure, and the cock sawing in and out of her ass, Mark’s fingers on her clit, and – despite the outrage of the last two months- her still relative inexperience, was combining to put her in a state she had felt too often recently, of utter passivity and victim to the whims of her body and her master. She was helpless as yet another orgasm took root in her belly and started growing. Her arms flailed a little as she sought anything to do with them. She clutch at Mark’s strong arm around her waist, rubbing it up and down, tossed her head back, next to his, and keened silently as his fingers flailed. Another pinch of her clit- just enough to be a contrast, and then back to strumming, and her core convulsed and her ass clamped on his cock. She pushed her body back against him and released, her cum starting to run down her thigh.
“Holly thanks Master, oh my god, Master,” her hands reached back, seeking to pet him, show how grateful she was.
Mark stood Holly up, and slowly removed his dick from her ass. He grabbed the young girl, spun her around to face him, and grabbed her face. “Holly is a good girl. Good girl Holly.” He kissed her, deeply, passionately, pleased with his young plaything. Eagerly she kissed back. She had learned- painfully, but quickly- how he liked to be kissed, and how she could show how eager she was to please him. And she wanted to please him right now, as good as he had made her feel.
“Master think Holly should ride him. You do the work for a while!”
Mark went over to the mattress on the ground. As a reward for taking his fist the first time two weeks ago, he had gotten her sheets. He laid himself down.
Eagerly Holly got on top of Mark, reaching down for his hard cock and guiding it into her tight, sopping pussy, and starting to ride. She had learned what he liked. She started slow, riding the full length of him. Sit down. Clamp hard, hold it, ride up. Release. Sit down. Clamp hard. Rinse, repeat. Holly did that as long as she could, one minute, two, moaning harder as she continued… and then slowly lost rhythm, if not intent. Her pussy went random with her gripping- and stared convulsing on it’s own. He didn’t punish her for losing control as she lasted longer this time than last. Her hands were all over his caressing his chest, stroking him. Her moans were building. She bucked- came. She came so easily, the natural slut.
She was lucky she was Mark’s- some frat guy would treat her like shit, dump in 3 pumps, and she would never discover how much of a dirty slut she truly was. Mark smiled at the flush-faced, orgasmic 14 year old riding his dick. He was so good to her.
Holly gasped as she road him through her orgasm. “Does Master like good girl Holly? Is Holly Master’s good little slut?”
“Master is very proud of Holly. Now, Holly, go get us both another small line, and some water.” He slapped her leg.
Holly hopped off his cock, and hurried over. Mark watched her cute butt wiggle as she walked over to the counter. The young blonde cut a couple of lines out. He had said small lines, but she cut them a bit fat. She lined them up on the saucer and brought the straw, grabbing two water bottles.
Mark took a bump, snorted it up. Then he nodded to her. She snorted half in one nostril, half in the other. Her small nipples tightened up even more as her eyes watered a bit. She caught herself as she quite naturally reached to stroke Mark’s arm, almost like a lover instead of an owner. She shyly took her hand away, lowering her eyes.
Mark grinned, chugged half the water bottle, and reaching out, put a hand under her chin and raised her face to stare at her. He smiled, kissed her gently, and handed her the bottle. “Drink up, baby girl. You got a lot more riding to do tonight. And all weekend. We’re going to wear your sexy cheerleader legs out.” She grinned back and drank down the water.
Mark stretched back out on the bed. “If you need any more lube, better get it now, cause Master is going back into your dirt hole, baby girl.”
Holly smiled, quickly scrambled up and back to the counter. She got a huge dollop of lube, bent over facing away from Mark- he had trained her she must always face away when she lubed herself up- and spread the lube around her asshole. Then, one quick finger in. Holly came back to the bed.
“Now, good girl Holly, show Mark you’re an anal whore. Ride.”
Holly got on Mark’s dick, facing away from him. She leaned back and guided his cock into her well lubed and already loosened asshole. Mark grinned at the young teen. His new sex slave. He’d kept his last one 6 months, but he was beginning to think Holly might last a year.
She slowly rode his dick. It took a minute for her to totally loosen back up- and Mark reached out and stroked her clit- but soon enough, she was riding his cock in her ass, moaning, with the occasional ‘oh shit’ and ‘this is what I’m here for’ and ‘Mark’s good slut Holly.’ She had had to learn to control how hard she road so he didn’t slip out- Mark hated that, and Holly knew to her soul just how much- but she had learned quite well exactly where that line was, and loved riding it. She was riding Mark’s cock like a champ. She was so horny, so ready to be a good girl for Mark.
She felt his hands reach around and grab her small tits, playing with her nipples. And then his hand came around her throat. She gasped a little but didn’t pull away. This always scared her but it also made her orgasm harder than anything else. Mark started squeezing. Holly kept riding, but couldn’t breath. Her face got redder, redder, her eyes started watering, and her vision started to grey, but she kept riding. Her ass started clamping on Mark’s dick, over and over, like her now-blueish lips, gasping hungrily for air. She could feel Mark start to swell.
Finally, when she thought she would faint, she started coming with her entire body. Her tight, young core squeezed hard and convulsed on Mark’s cock, and he grunted and started jetting, over and over, into her channel. He released her throat, his strong hand pulling her body tight against him, bucking into her youthful hips, driving himself into her as hard as he could. She drove her ass down onto his cock, impaling herself fully on his staff, and they ground together, seeking closeness as they both crashed onto the other. She wheezed as she gasped, over and over, seemingly coming again and again with his every pulse.
“Master…” she uttered, as she collapse on top of him, Mark still fully buried inside her.
“Good girl Holly. Good girl.”
