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Her eyes wide, she attempted to convey the meaning of the urgent mewling sounds that escaped from behind the gag. I arched an eyebrow at her as I contemplated what to do...

"So, what you are trying to tell me is that if I take that gag off of you, you will not scream for help?"

Frantic nodding and more urgent grunting... I know she can't be trusted. As soon as her need to cum dies down it will be all "Help!" and "Somebody pleasee...!" But I do know that she needs to learn where the line is. I own her now. Her line is very thin and it is very close to her. She needs to know what happens when she crosses it. I can tell just by looking at her that she is willful. I may need to brand her before she can get it through her thick skull... I don't mind branding them, but taking care of the wound is such a hassle. Infection is so easy...

glancing at her I realize that I had been idly adjusting myself while I thought about her, her eyes were locked on my crotch and the sizable lump that I was making there. Was that fear? From a slut like this? She followed me out of the bar after knowing me what ten minutes? Hmmm...

"Alright slave." I growled, and her eyes shot up to mine. A guilty look played quickly across her face. "I will pull that annoying gag from you, but know that if you cry out for help, or try to escape from me in any way, at any time, you will not like the consequences."

I paused briefly to make sure she was listening to me and not staring at my crotch again, her eyes were locked on mine. Good. I began stripping out of the skintight tank-top that had so captivated her last night. I knew my own naturally tanned skin, and tattoo's picked up the lowlight to make my skin gleam softly in the darkness. I brought my hand to my belt, the black leather studded with rivets had caught my eye a long time ago and I have worn it ever since. The girl watched my fingers move over the buckle and snap at my waist. The look in her eyes was a comical mix of fear and need. The only sounds in that small room were the rasp of her breathing quickly through her nose, and the quiet hum of my zipper. Her breathing increased when my Hard cock sprung straight out of my now opened jeans. I detest Underwear so I never wear them. I stepped out of my jeans as they pooled around my ankles and climbed up onto the bed straddling her chest, my thighs squeezing her ribs. The movement made her clamped nipples remind her of her pain and she whimpered in pain. I looked down at her and smiled darkly at her discomfort.

"Besides," I whispered roughly. "I have much better uses for that mouth."

Her eyes widened again and she started to shake her head at me, I flicked one of the metal clamps on her nipples. She screamed into her gag again when the pain had subsided, she nodded slowly, realizing that I was not going to give her a choice. I reached behind her head to unstrap the gag, and slid it out of her mouth. She moved her jaw around trying to work some of the soreness from having it forced so wide for so long. With my knees clamped around her ribs I felt when she took the deep breath that signaled her scream. When she opened her mouth to shout for help, I thrust my hips forward quickly spearing my cock between those pretty lips before she could get the first syllable of "help" out. The shock in her eyes told me that she had really not expected that. I grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head toward me while I pressed my hips forward. I felt the head of my cock slip into her throat and felt her gag on me. I started to fuck her face, forcing her to learn how to breathe between my thrusts. Watching her tears slid down her face had my balls tightening far too soon. I could feel my release coming fast. Then my cum was thundering up my shaft and I Buried my cock in her throat, her nose buried in the dark hair at my groin as I came. I felt shot after shot of my thick seed being propelled down her throat, and the contractions of her throat as she gulped hastily to keep from choking felt like she was milking my cum from me. Spent I pulled out of her mouth. She gasped in lungfulls of air, and glared at me from slitted eyes.

"Good girl." I told her softly, stroking her hair. She opened her mouth and screamed. My hard calloused hand swung through the air and the flat crack of my palm striking her face probably shocked her into silence more than the pain did. I glared down at her as I made up my mind as to what to do to her. Shrugging sadly, I reached forward and forced the ball of the gag back into her mouth, strapping it tightly into place.

"Bad girl." I said softly, "And bad girls get punished..."

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