Honeymoon

"Aren't you going to carry me over the threshold?"

"This isn't our home," I answered. "Just a weekend 
cottage."

"Still..."

Still.

And so, I picked her up and carried her through the 
doorway, across the threshold and into the cottage. 
Well, maybe cottage is a bit misleading; really, it's 
more of small mansion. My parents, however, had always 
referred to it as the "cottage", and who was I, now 
that they had passed away, to say any different.

"Uhmph..." I groaned as I carried my young bride down 
the entrance hall.

"Oh, stop it," she frowned, feigning anger. "I'm not so 
heavy as all that." She wriggled out of my arms and put 
her feet on the floor. She was right. Kate was a 
slender girl; not heavy at all. "Of course," she added, 
grinning, "you *are* an older man. Don't want to cause 
a heart attack."

"You..."

With a giggle, she took off down the hallway. I gave 
chase, but held back a bit, aware of my dignity. 
Perhaps too aware; Kate was always teasing me about 
being too stuffy. Well, easy for her to say. Kate was 
in her early twenties, over twenty-five years younger 
than myself. She was a masters student, doing her final 
year in history at the university. I had met her at a 
fund raiser for the university museum. One of my 
companies was a regular donor. We had started talking 
and, well... one thing led to another.

And here we were.

She let me catch up to her at the bottom of the stairs. 
"Old man," she laughed as I put my arms around her and 
drew her to me for a long, passionate kiss. When we 
finally broke apart, her breathing was shallow. "Hmmm," 
she whispered, running her tongue along her lower lip. 
"Maybe not so old."

We kissed again.

I really can't say what she saw in me.

As I said earlier, I'm quite a bit older than her. Not 
old, exactly, but *older*. And Kate, well she was as 
beautiful a girl as I'd ever met: tall, slender, 
elegant... there weren't enough adjectives to do her 
justice. With her long, blonde hair, blue eyes and 
exquisite features, she could have been a model. I 
think that she could have had any man she'd wanted.

And she chose me.

"I have a surprise for you."

She raised her eyebrows. "A surprise?" She gave me that 
lopsided grin I'd come to know so well. "I love 
surprises."

I gestured towards the stairwell. "Upstairs," I told 
her. "In the spare bedroom."

"Mmmm," she began walking up the stairs. I followed 
close behind. "I *love* surprises," she repeated.

I must admit, I was more than a little nervous as we 
walked across the landing towards the closed bedroom 
door. Kate was sexually adventurous - *god*; no one 
knew that better than me - but I wasn't sure whether 
I'd gone too far with this particular surprise. Kate 
also - and once again, I knew this better than anyone - 
had a vindictive streak in her. She was slow to hate, 
but when she did hate... well, it ran deep.

And so...

"C-Carl?"

"I believe," I said quietly, trying to sound more 
confident than I was, "You know Andrea."

For the first time since I'd met her, Kate was at a 
loss for words. Maybe that's not too surprising, given 
the sight that awaited her in the spare bedroom.

It was Andrea Cross. Or rather, Professor Cross.

Of course, Kate knew her. Professor Cross was - had 
been - a teacher in the English department at the 
university where Kate had begun her masters degree in 
English and history. She had been Kate's tutor, and the 
single major reason why Kate had dropped the English 
component of her course.

For some reason, the woman had taken it into her head 
to do everything she could to make certain that Kate 
failed: unbearable course load; unreasonable schedule; 
impossible assignments... the works. Kate had borne it 
as best she could until halfway through the spring term 
before dropping the English courses. I tried to talk 
her out of it. It seemed like such a waste, 
particularly with professor Cross going on sabbatical 
the following term, but Kate, in tears, had had enough. 
'She couldn't,' she told me, eyes red, 'bear another 
moment with Cross.'

Well, maybe.

Professor Cross - no, I really should call her Andrea, 
I suppose - was in her late thirties, only six years 
younger than myself, but she really didn't look it. 
From Kate's description, I had expected some cranky old 
battleaxe, and the first time I saw her - crying and 
struggling wildly as her clothing was cut away in the 
back of a moving van - I had been more than a little 
surprised. She was a slender woman, with small, well-
formed breasts and rich, shoulder-length auburn hair. 
If it hadn't been for her face - she had one of those 
thin-lipped, severe faces - she might have been 
beautiful.

I had seen her a number of times in the month since she 
had been taken: naked with her arms tied high above her 
head and her small breasts shining with sweat, striped 
red with the whipping she had just received; kneeling 
in front of one of Mistress Angela's guards, heavily 
made-up lips wrapped around his cock while having her 
naked ass caned; squat-fucking herself on a massive 
dildo which had been stuck on a sawhorse, all the time 
rubbing her small breasts and moaning in simulated 
passion that she was a 'slut' and a 'whore' and that 
she needed to be fucked... but the sight of the woman 
as I entered the room behind Kate took my breath away 
once again.

Mistress Angela had outdone herself.

Andrea was on the bed, lying on her back. She was 
almost naked, wearing nothing but a leather collar, 
nylons held up with garters, and a pair of bright red 
pumps (at least six inch heels) strapped onto her feet. 
Well, that's not entirely true; she did have a thick 
leather strap around her middle to which her wrists 
were cuffed, but I don't know if that really counts for 
clothing. Her legs were spread, held apart by a 
spreader bar to which her ankles were attached. I noted 
that Mistress Angela had cut Andrea's hair quite short, 
in a spiky punk style, and dyed it a bright red. Nice 
touch.

Oh, I suppose I should mention the small, gold nipple 
rings to which a pair of cheery little bells had been 
attached. Mistress Angela had thought it a bit early 
for them, but I wanted everything to be perfect.

For Kate.

Andrea looked over at us as we entered the room, but 
didn't say anything. 
Her face, however, reddened when she recognized her ex-
student.

"Oh my god... Carl." Kate walked slowly forward, her 
hands clenched together in front of her mouth. "What 
have you done?"

"Do you like the surprise?" Was it too much for her? 
Nervous, I walked past my new wife and over to the side 
of the bed where the bound woman waited silently. 
"She's perfectly trained."

I reached down and put the back of my hand to Andrea's 
mouth. She flushed an even deeper red, her eyes darting 
between Kate and myself, but the training held. 
Hesitantly at first, but then with more enthusiasm, she 
extended her tongue and began to lick my hand.

An obedient dog.

Kate just watched, her blue eyes wide.

After a few moments, I extended my middle finger. 
Andrea stopped licking my hand; instead, she took the 
finger into her mouth and began sucking on it while 
making quiet moaning sounds. I watched Kate, but I was 
completely unable to gauge her reaction. Was she angry? 
Horrified? I couldn't tell. She just stood there, 
watching.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

I reached down and unzipped my pants. "She's spent the 
last month in training," I explained to my silent 
bride. "Being turned into the perfect slut. She's now 
not only able, but willing to satisfy a man or woman 
with any part of her body." On cue, my penis fell away 
from my pants, long and hard. Andrea let out a quiet 
moan and raised her head, straining her neck for a 
chance to taste it.

I obliged, kneeling on the side of the bed. The bound 
woman twisted her upper body and took my cock in her 
mouth. I reached down, grabbed a handful of red hair, 
and pulled her head forward until her face was buried 
in my crotch. "See." I looked over at Kate, who still 
had not said anything. "She's been trained to have no 
gag reflex; she can take a cock almost all the way down 
her throat." I looked down at the top of the 
professor's head. Mistress Angela had recounted to me 
the countless hours of cocksucking practice Andrea had 
been subjected to before she had gained this skill.

It had been worth it.

I released her head and she slid her lips down my cock, 
all the time sucking and working her tongue. It was 
exquisite. Practice had indeed made perfect.

Still, Kate had said nothing.

Worried, I pulled my cock away from Andrea's mouth. A 
line of drool connected us for a moment, but then fell 
loose across the woman's chin. She fell back to the bed 
as I stood up and replaced my cock in my pants.

What was Kate thinking? Had I gone too far? Perhaps I 
had misjudged her; I had thought that she would be 
delighted to see her former tormentor brought so low, 
but maybe...

"Kate?"

Finally, she spoke. "Why," she asked quietly, "doesn't 
she say anything?"

I turned back to where Andrea lay on the bed, staring 
at us. "She's been trained to keep silent," I told her. 
"Slaves don't speak unless they've been given 
permission."

"Slave." Kate turned that word over in mouth, trying it 
out; tasting it. 
"Sla-a-ve."

I stood in silence, waiting for Kate's reaction. For 
the first time, I felt a wave of real fear pass through 
me. I didn't want to lose Kate. I couldn't...

She turned to me.

Her eyes were shining.

Tears?

"Oh Carl," she said, her face turning into one big, 
lopsided smile, "this is wonderful." I let out a loud 
sigh; I hadn't realized it, but I had been holding my 
breath. "Can I try her out?" She turned back to the 
bed. "Can I use her?"

"Of course," I answered, smiling myself. "That's what 
she's here for."

Kate immediately reached down and pulled up her skirt, 
giving me a view of her long, stocking-clad legs. She 
grabbed a hold of her panties, pulled them down and 
slithered out of them, letting them fall to the floor. 
Then she clambered up onto the bed and swung a leg over 
Andrea, straddling her new slave with her thighs. 
Grinning, Kate reached down and took one of Andrea's 
breasts in her hand. She fondled it for a moment, 
paying special attention to the ring and bell. Then she 
gave it a vicious pinch, eliciting a small cry from 
Andrea.

"Oh, you bitch," my wife growled. She shook back her 
blonde hair and then shifted her body so that her 
pantiless crotch was positioned over the mouth of the 
bound woman. "Suck me, bitch," she ordered, grinding 
her crotch downward and letting her skirt fall over 
Andrea's face. Andrea must have obeyed, because Kate 
immediately got that dreamy look on her face as she 
slowly rode up and down on the other woman's mouth.

My mind went back to the first time Andrea had been 
forced to service another woman with her tongue. 
Mistress Angela had used Cynthia, a fat black woman, to 
train Andrea in the art of pussy sucking. It had been 
about a week into her training; Andrea had been pretty 
much broken and obedient by then, but it still took a 
solid caning before she would stick her tongue in her 
trainer's pussy.

I had been present for the first time, and remembered 
Andrea, tears streaming down her cheeks, nuzzling her 
face between the black woman's heavy thighs, sucking 
and licking for all she was worth. All the while 
keeping her reddened ass stuck out for the cane in case 
her black mistress detected a lack of enthusiasm. 
Cynthia had come, after a while, but had been far from 
satisfied with her student's performance. She had given 
Andrea a stern lecture and then forced the university 
professor to do it all over again, all the time calling 
out instructions, orders and threats.

I'd left soon after. According to Angela, it had taken 
almost two weeks of pussy and ass sucking, and, 
ultimately, toilet duties, before Cynthia had 
grudgingly admitted that Andrea had developed any 
facility at satisfying another woman.

That long hours of hard work had clearly paid off, as 
my lovely bride's cries and moans demonstrated. 
Professor Cross clearly knew her way around a pussy. 
Kate was now bucking up and down, riding her ex-
teacher's face like it was a bucking horse.

Excited, I walked forward and ran my hands along the 
inside of Andrea's thighs. Andrea's legs were held 
apart by a spreader bar, and her pussy was clearly 
visible. It was, of course, completely devoid of hair. 
On Mistress Angela's recommendation, I had ordered that 
she be shaved, both in front and in back, and then 
subjected to electrolysis. Andrea was now permanently 
hairless.

I reached down and slid a finger into her exposed 
pussy.

Wet.

I smiled. Mistress Angela had done her job well. Slave 
Andrea was as helpless to control the humiliating 
reactions of her own body as she was to refuse the 
commands of her owners. It was perfect; her mind was 
still her own - she must be hating every moment of her 
subjugation and slavery - but her body couldn't help 
but react like a slave.

Since she was getting so excited, I decided to help 
out. I walked across the room, picked up a large banana 
from a bowl of fruit and returned to the bed. Kate was 
about done now, bouncing up and down on the bed as 
though it was a trampoline. I reached down and slowly 
slid the banana into the teacher's sopping pussy. She 
clenched her thighs, trying to prevent the penetration, 
but was helpless to stop it. I kept pushing, and 
managed to get it completely inserted, with only the 
tip sticking out, when Kate came.

I stood back and watched as my gorgeous bride bounced 
and screamed on the bed, her head thrown back and long, 
blonde hair flying all over the place. I'd never seen 
her come so hard, which was a little disconcerting, but 
I resolved not to be insulted. I had, after all, been 
responsible for placing this woman at her control. It 
must be more than a little satisfying for her to have 
control of the woman who had caused her so much anguish 
over the last year or so.

"Oh gawd, that was intense."

Kate brushed back a lock of blonde hair from her sweaty 
forehead as she pushed herself up to her knees and slid 
off the bed. Andrea gasped for air as her face appeared 
from under Kate's skirt. Her features were red and 
shiny with the younger girl's pussy juice.

Kate stood beside the bed, grinning down at her former 
teacher and readjusting her skirt. "Carl... how did you 
do this?" She turned towards me. "This bitch is 
supposed to be on sabbatical."

"That's what made it so easy," I told her. "She's 
supposed to be traveling in Europe. No one expects to 
see her for the next few months. It was dead easy to 
pick her up for... training, I guess you'd call it." I 
looked into my bride's shining blue eyes. "I know how 
much pain she caused you over the last year. I wanted 
to give you the perfect gift."

"Oh Carl..." Kate skipped forward and hugged me. "It 
*is* perfect; there are so many things I want to do to 
her!" We kissed. When she broke away, she dropped her 
hand to my crotch and felt the bulge. "Oh," she 
giggled, "but I'm being selfish, looking after my own 
needs while my husband goes unsatisfied." She looked 
over at where Andrea lay on the bed. "Does she suck 
cock as well as she sucks pussy?"

I smiled, thinking of the countless hours Mistress 
Angela had forced Andrea to practice her cock-sucking, 
first on dildos, then men, slowly training her to deep 
throat. In fact, I remembered the very first time. 
Andrea had to be strapped down and fitted with an O-gag 
so that she wouldn't bite. The trainer had crouched 
over her face and slid his huge cock into her mouth 
through the gag. Andrea had moaned and thrashed about, 
the tears streaming down her cheeks, but couldn't stop 
him from fucking her mouth until he came, shooting 
ropes of sperm all over her face and upper body.

She had come a long way since then.

"Oh, I think that she can manage something of that 
sort."

Kate laughed.

Within a few moments, we had Andrea kneeling on the 
floor. Her bonds were unchanged; we had just pulled her 
down and over the foot of the bed, so that she was 
kneeling with her legs spread. The banana slid out 
about an inch or so, causing Kate to laugh again.

"You've shaved her," she noted, looking at Andrea's 
bare crotch.

Andrea's face turned red again. "It's permanent," I 
told her, once again unzipping my fly. "It'll increase 
her resale value."

Kate looked puzzled at that, but didn't say anything. 
Instead, she ran her long, cool fingers over my rapidly 
hardening penis and then guided it into Andrea's 
waiting mouth. Then she stood back and watched as her 
ex-teacher sucked hungrily at my penis. I didn't use my 
hand to hold or help her; I just stood there as she 
moved her mouth up and down on my penis, alternately 
sucking and then running her tongue up and down it's 
length.

Once again, the practice had paid off.

She was a wonderful cocksucker.

Kate just watched for a few moments, making only the 
occasional comment regarding the technique displayed by 
her ex- teacher. I must say, I was right about her 
being able to hold a grudge.

"You said something about 'resale value'?"

"Yes." I fell silent for a moment as Andrea's tongue 
did the most exquisite things at the base of my penis. 
"It costs a lot of money to train a slave, particularly 
when they're not entirely... well, willing, to be 
blunt." I slid my cock back and she teased the tip with 
her lips. "Once they're trained," I continued, 
"however, there are a lot of people willing to pay good 
money for them."

"Who? Where?"

"Well, the middle east is always good; there's always 
room in a harem for a well-trained white woman." Andrea 
moaned in fear. "There are a number of establishments 
in Mexico - well, two I can think of off the top of my 
head - that pay for new 'employees'." I looked over at 
Kate; her hand had dropped to her crotch and her face 
had taken on that dream-like quality I knew so well.

She was really enjoying this.

"And there's always South America. I understand that 
there are any number of drug lords or heads of state 
who would enjoy a new 'mistress'."

Kate let out a small moan. She walked around behind 
where Andrea was kneeling at my feet, threw her arms 
around my shoulders and ground her crotch into the back 
of Andrea's head. This forced the bound woman to take 
my cock all the way into the back of her throat just as 
Kate brought her lips to mine for a long passionate 
kiss. We kissed for a few moments, and then broke 
apart, breathing heavily; Kate continued to grind her 
crotch against the back of her ex-teacher's head, 
causing the bound woman to slide her lips up and down 
on my cock in time with the pressure. No more of that 
wonderful technique, but by then it didn't really 
matter. And, of course, the feel of Kate against me 
more than made up for any deficiency in the cock 
sucking department.

Not that Andrea wouldn't be whipped for it later.

Of course.

"Where else?" Kate whispered, biting my ear.

"On the other hand, there's no need to leave the U.S.," 
I answered, breathing heavily. "There are plenty of 
buyers available. I understand that there's a string of 
men's clubs that 'purchase' strippers to whore for them 
at their various clubs across the country." My thrusts 
became more violent as I approached orgasm. Caught 
between my penis and Kate's crotch, Andrea was helpless 
to do anything other than ride it out. Her nipple bells 
jingled in time with our movements. "There's also a 
certain 'Club' in California that's always looking for 
new talent." I began to move my hips faster now, 
thrusting forward as Andrea ground down. The bells 
jingled steadily now. Almost... "And, of course, there 
are the usual bikers or pimps who would be more than 
willing to take this slave off our..."

I could hold it no longer. With a groan, I jammed my 
penis down Andrea's throat and held it there as it 
stiffened and then released jet after jet of sperm into 
her mouth. Just as I did that, Kate let out a loud 
moan, and stiffened, all the while frantically running 
her crotch up and down along the back of Andrea's head.

"Oh gawd..." My beautiful wife wrapped her long legs 
around behind me and shoved hard with her crotch, 
pushing Andrea's face even further down onto my penis, 
if that was possible. Kate hugged me close and we 
engaged in a long kiss as we both orgasmed while Andrea 
gagged and gasped for air.

It seemed to last forever, but it couldn't have been 
more than a minute or so before we broke apart, both of 
us panting like we'd run a marathon. Kate unwrapped her 
legs and put them back on the floor. We stood like that 
for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes.

I loved that woman so much...

I felt a continued sucking at my penis and looked down. 
Andrea, red-faced with the effort of holding her breath 
with my cock jammed down her throat, was still sucking 
at it, cleaning it. As she had been taught.

Kate let out a short, vicious laugh.

"Darling," she said quietly, toying with my hair. "I 
know it cost a lot of money to train her and 
everything, and I really like the thought of her being 
sold like you said... but... but, can we keep her? Just 
for a bit? We can always sell her later."

I smiled.

I had sort of been expecting this.

"Of course," I answered. "She's my honeymoon present to 
you. You can keep her for as long as you like. I've had 
the kennel fixed up in the basement so she'll have a 
place to..."

Kate cut me off with a long kiss of thanks.

This was one purchase I wouldn't regret.

Afterwards, I pulled my cock away and Kate stood back, 
leaving Andrea kneeling on the floor, her legs spread 
on the bar and hands still fastened to her waist belt. 
I turned to Kate to say something, but then...

"P-please."

It was Andrea. I looked down sternly. She had spoken 
without permission. Well, Mistress Angela had warned me 
that she wasn't fully trained. The slave would, 
however, be punished for it later. "If you have 
something to say," I told her, "address it to your new 
mistress." I gestured towards Kate.

Kate grinned. "What is it, sla-a-ve?" She was still 
enjoying the word.

"Please, mistress," Andrea begged in a small voice. 
"Please. Can I... c-come?"

I looked a little closer and saw that the banana that I 
had inserted in her pussy was now three-quarters out 
and rested partially on the floor. Andrea was trying to 
spread her legs further so that she could press 
downward and create pressure on her clit. She was 
attempting, in short, to fuck herself with the banana.

Kate and I both laughed.

Here was Professor Andrea Cross, clad in leather collar 
and bound on her knees with her hairless pussy exposed 
to the world, small bells jingling as they hung from 
the nipple rings on her naked breasts as she gasped for 
breath, her face shiny with pussy juice, sweat and 
sperm... and was she begging to be let go? To be 
released from her humiliating bondage? No; she just 
wanted to come, and was trying desperately to squat 
fuck herself on a banana. Mistress Angela had done a 
splendid job; in one month she'd turned a university 
professor into a whining, crawling slave slut.

I'd have to make certain that there was a bonus 
included with the final payment.

Kate walked forward and ran her hand through her 
slave's short, red hair. "I don't think so," she said, 
kneeling down so that her face was directly opposite 
Andrea's. She reached down and slid the banana back up 
into her ex-teacher's sopping pussy. "I expect you to 
keep that banana in your cunt until I tell you 
otherwise. And you don't come until I say. Do you 
understand?"

Andrea whimpered, but managed to stammer out a "Yes 
mistress."

"Good." Kate smiled. She brought her hand up and began 
toying with Andrea's breasts, cupping one in her hand 
and then letting it fall free. The bells in Andrea's 
nipple rings jingled whenever she did this. "We have 
lots of things to discuss about last year," Kate said 
menacingly.

"Yes mistress."

Kate stood and turned to me. "And as for you," she 
grinned, "it occurs to me that we haven't consummated 
our marriage yet. And this seems like the perfect time 
and place."

She patted the bed.

I stared at her, flustered. "But... I don't think..."

My bride just grinned. She walked up to me and gave me 
a long kiss. "Don't worry," she whispered, "I'm sure 
you'll be 'up for it'. Under the right conditions."

And do you know, she was right.

THE END