The Re-Education of Krissy
Krissy knelt, caught up in the cruel contraption which was to be the first step of many in his journey of re-education. He had been forced to kneel and his head placed in a collar that angled his face just so. His lips and face were easily accessible should any man walk past his and find himself drawn to his full lips. his head, after all, was at the perfect height for a blow job.
his ankles were crossed and knees splayed wide, helped of course, by the stern wooden slats that forced them apart. his sex would be visible to anyone who wished to look at him. The most unique part of the training device was how it forced him to display the perfect nadu with one exception. His arms were drawn back at the elbow and fastened in place with stout cord; elbows only a few inches apart, and his wrists were bound in the traditional fashion, crossed.
He looked like the epitome of submission. A sissy bound by his Master's will and displayed as a piece of property one could take pride in. His position was made subtly worse, between his legs near his slave heat and anus were small nubbins. Each meticulously positioned at the perfect height. When Krissy was used, they would press up against him and cause sensual stimulation without ever allowing him to go too far. It was an inspired device and cruel with its salacious intent. The only kindness was a padded neck ring and chin rest.
His first visitor arrived shortly after the first night watch. He was a short stout man. He paused on his way back to his barracks when he saw Krissy. A smile touched his lips as walked into the room where he was displayed.
He didn't speak to Krissy as he unlaced his breeches and pulled out his flaccid dick. He pushed it against Krissy's lips and parted them with the head. Krissy looked up at him pleadingly. Begging with his eyes for him not to do this to him. He only chuckled and shook his head. "You're a slut. Get used to it. Now, open or I will put a ring in your mouth and keep it forced open. Trust me, you don't want to be forced, slut!...."
Krissy pulled his face back as far as it would go and licked his lips before opening them for him. There was no discussion, no cajoling he simply placed his cock in his mouth and commanded Krissy to suck him. "Suckle it slut." Krissy complied, though his heart was not in it. Krissy sucked as an infant would suck a nipple. No tongue action, no curious motions, just an attempt to draw liquid through his dick and into his mouth as through a straw.
He groaned and pulled back forcing Krissy to lean forward against his padded collar. The flaccid length was growing and he stroked himself a few times to encourage the necessary growth that was needed.
Again he put the head to Krissy's lips and parted them, this time, there was no conversation when he forced it into Krissy's mouth. The swollen head arched along the roof of Krissy's mouth and banged into the back of his throat, gagging him. As Krissy wretched the guard grinned and withdrew. When he swallowed and looked up, unexpected tears were in Krissy's eyes and he plunged forward again, raping his lips. His ardor was quick and fast. Krissy was lucky that he was not extremely large or thick. But his quick thrusts were hard to keep up with.
As often as not, Krissy would choke on the thrusts. As his speed increased, so did the saliva in his mouth and when he withdrew, a string connected them. "Ahhh... good slut... you hunger for me." He groaned and then shoved his cock back in his mouth again. This time, his thrusts were long and slow and he held the back of his head. Each time his cock banged into the back of his throat Krissy gagged.
Krissy would panic, fearful that he would be deprived life giving air and start to squirm.
Finally with a harsh thrust, his cock slid over his larynx and deep into his throat where he pumped his gagging mouth and delivered his seed directly into his belly. Krissy had no choice, bound as Krissy was.
He didn't say anything as he tucked himself back into his breeches and turned away from his tear stained face.
Krissy cried softly. He wished with all of his heart that he could hold his arms around his chest and hug his legs and cry. Krissy wanted to wake from this nightmare and find himself home, in the forest, where the trees and animals made him feel safe.
When Krissy opened his eyes a large man loomed over him. "Tal slut." he said cheerfully enough. "You and I are going to become well acquainted. I understand that you are in training so I will forgive any errors you may make. However, if you bite me, I will be forced to yank on these." He said as he lifted up a pair of jeweled nipple clamps. The clamps, though beautiful, were indeed cruel. If pulled while holding flesh a small hooked needle would pierce the skin and hold it fast for him. "Are we clear sissy?" he asked nonchalantly.
Krissy was not stupid and easily grasped the concept. Krissy did not know that he could not actually use them on him. Krissy did not belong to him. But Krissy was frightened when the man pulled out his swelling organ. The second man was easily twice the size of the first man in both length and thickness.
"Open slut..." he growled softly at him. His growl touched something and Krissy shifted on his knees and felt the nubbins press against him. Surprising both of them, Krissy moaned softly.
He needed no further encouragement as he placed the swollen head against his lips and pushed it slowly into the confines of his hot mouth. His lips tender from the last incident curled around the thick shaft of his sex. Krissy was surprised to feel his head filling his mouth and still able to see more of his cock to go in.
He continued to push himself into his face and against the back of his throat. Once again Krissy panicked and squirmed. The nubbins pressed into him and again made him moan, as Krissy did so, his throat released its tension and his cock slid another 2 inches down his throat with ease. He withdrew and smiled down at him.
"I can smell you from here girl. I know you are in need and I promise that once you earn your red silks, I will fuck you like an animal. You will not be freed from me." Krissy moaned.
"Good sissy, I am glad to see we have an understanding, now make me cum. "
Krissy opened his mouth this time, without being told to and he shoved his fat cock into his mouth and slid its slick length deep into his throat. He braced himself on the broad collar that supported his head and rocked his hips as he fucked his face.
Krissy took his cock with ease and moaned when Krissy could. The rhythm he gave his was easy to follow. It was a long easy slide into his mouth and down to the hilt to let his balls rest on his chin and then back again. Over and over he fucked his face. Long and slow. Until his moans and his growls began a strange melodious counterpoint to each other.
Finally his cock thickened and the heat caught at the back of his throat. He jerked his cock head back and painted his lips with his seed. The hot white ropy strands were slung from his cock in several short jerks until finally he pushed the dripping tip back into his mouth. "Clean me slut," was all he said. His voice left no room for protest. So Krissy cleaned him. He took his time, gathering his seed from his chin and lips with the head of his cock and feeding it to him again and again. When they were done he ruffled his hair and walked away.
Once again, Krissy was alone. This time, his cunt ached and his anus twitched spasmodically. Krissy remembered the braided handle and how it felt up inside him and how his clit throbbed when she was teased with his own body. It was too much to ask. His back ached as did his hips from his thighs being so far apart. Krissy thought, maybe Krissy would beg relief for his shoulders and arms, maybe asking that the thong be loosened on his elbows...maybe.
Krissy realized that Krissy dozed when a slap stung his face. "Whore, part those fuck-lips for me...." Before him stood the second shift captain. He was broad shouldered and narrow hipped and he had mean shifty black eyes. He saw his wary eyes and cuffed his again.
"If you want to learn from my cock, you'd best pay attention slut. I don't have time to deal with idiot slaves." he sneered. It was obvious he was a little man with a little power and he didn't know how to wield it well, but Krissy had no choice but to submit to his will. "Open your mouth cunt." he snapped. When Krissy obediently complied he slapped his again anyway, not because Krissy misbehaved, but because Krissy was there. He was the sort that enjoyed giving sissies pain.
After the slap, he jammed a leather covered iron ring into his mouth and tied it behind his head. Krissy would have no chance to regulate how much of him went into his throat. Krissy tried to beg but his sounds only seemed to excite him further.
Hasty fingers unlaced his breeches and freed his long slender cock. Krissy watched him with apprehension, but somewhere in the back of his mind, Krissy found it interesting that men had different sizes and shapes. It sort of made sense if one thought about the wide variety of people that existed.
His long cock hit the back of his mouth before half of him had entered. Naturally Krissy gagged, but Krissy was better able to control it. His throat was sore and his hasty thrusts didn't help in the least. He never kept his cock in his mouth; instead he pulled it almost completely out before thrusting it harshly back in. Each thrust was painful and made tears well in his eyes.
He made short work of his mouth and came with the tip just over the rim of the leather ring and let his salty pud pool there for him to savor. "Eh, you might be worth something in the long run, but you'll never be sold for more than a few tarsks." he said, degrading him. "So long slut. I might just come back and visit you later."
He left him, ring and all, kneeling as he found him - naked and alone.
Krissy was thirsty, very thirsty. His jaw ached with the leather ring still in place and his saliva left his mouth awash in a pool of cooling cum and spit. Krissy couldn't even tilt his head back far enough to swallow.
Miserable, aching and in need of refreshment Krissy wept. What has Krissy ever done to deserve this? Nothing. Krissy was a woman of Gor. Krissy had no home stone, no males to protect him. Krissy lived in a world of men and one had found him. Krissy was the fool for not taking better care. Krissy was too prideful. That had been his downfall. Thinking Krissy was the equal of a man.
Soft fingers pulled him from his self-loathing reverie and cupped his chin as warm brown eyes looked down on him. "Such a lovely girl. Let me take this ring from your mouth. I am sure you are in pain." he said softly.
He quickly removed the ring and let him close his mouth. Krissy swallowed without thinking and made a face at the cold cum from the other man and felt sick for the first time since being in this position.
"I am sure you thirst, but there are no orders allowing you to slake your thirst. I'm sorry. But you are in training." He said as he touched his head gently. Krissy couldn't quite place him, or why he seemed so nice. He seemed strangely out of place. He didn't treat him as if Krissy were property; rather he treated him like Krissy was his equal. Krissy wasn't, Krissy knew that, but he didn't seem to. Perhaps it was because he was young.
"This is my second time, helping a girl." He said as he stroked his hair gently. His touch was oddly comforting, but his words jangled across his nerves like slivers of glass in the veins. Something wasn't right... Krissy was accustomed to pain and hurt, when gentle kindness was presented to him, it felt all wrong.
"Are you ready then?" he asked quietly.
Krissy simply nodded, not even really wanting to speak to him.
He nodded and opened his breeches. Krissy was curious to see what he had hidden there. His cock was neither overly large like the second man, nor smaller than the first man. Krissy licked his lips, to moisten them and prepare them for whatever happened next.
He took his time and stroked his lips with his cock. Painting them with the velvety smooth skin and teasing his lips until the tickled unbearably and Krissy was forced to chase the head of his cock, just to keep him from tickling them any further.
He seemed to enjoy himself especially when his vagina or anus came in contact with the nubbins. He smiled as he finally relented and slid his cock into his mouth and fucked it. He held his head gently, and let him choose the rhythm. Since his motion was limited krissy moved only a few inches but his movements were precisely what caused the nubbins to come into contact with his pussy and ass.
Krissy moaned louder as he suckled his cock and he stood, legs parted, hands in his hair and fucked his face slowly as Krissy fucked him with his mouth. His moans echoed in the empty room until finally his became tense with anticipation.
He pulled back just as he erupted and shot hot spurts of cum into his open mouth. One jerk caught him off guard and his cock thrust into his mouth savagely, bruising his lips and chafing his cock. It worked. Both seemed gratified by it because that thrust pressed him against the nubbins and the abrasion made his orgasm all the more intense.
Finally he returned to his clothed position and then caressed his face lovingly. "You are a beautiful girl. I can't wait to see how you are in a few hands from now. Sleep well little one."
He left him without another word.
As he left another man entered. He wore all black and lounged against the doorframe as he regarded him.
"Well, look what we have here... Greetings slut, You look like a meal ready to eat. Or should I say a 'girl' ready to eat?" he chuckled malevolently. He had a dark aura of power around him and it scared him to the core. He withdrew a slender blade and twiddled it between his fingers, making it dance and glitter in the light as he regarded him. "I suppose you're to be trained to pleasure a man with your mouth hmmm?" He asked, clearly expecting no answer.
Krissy watched him with fear in his heart as he walked closer to him as he held the glittering blade. He crouched in front of him; the blade still twirled idly between his fingers. He was obviously a craftsman with the blade and Krissy was certain he was one of those assassins he'd heard so much about.
The blade ended its dizzying dance and lowered below her sight as he leaned in close. Once again fear shrank his heart. "Do you know what happens to sissies who continue to be of little value to their owners?" he asked coolly.
Krissy was afraid of him and could smell his fear on him like a blanket of shame. Krissy shook his head for fear that his voice would fail him. "They are sold to cheap paga dens where the slut comes with a cup of paga. And if that slut is unsatisfactory for whatever reason, he can pay Krissy's purchase price and kill him. I don't suppose you wish to become a slut such as that do you?"
As he'd spoken those words to him, Krissy found himself leaning as far away from him as possible. Krissy shook his head again and swallowed.
"I didn't think so." he said with a cold smile.
Krissy felt cold steel pressed against his slave sex. Krissy swallowed again and looked at him fearfully. His pulse had increased as had the beads of anxious perspiration grew on his upper lip. Krissy licked his lips slowly, as his eyes stayed glued to his.
He chuckled softly and turned the cold metal so it threatened to bite his sensitive pink sex. Krissy held his breath in fear. Never did Krissy think a man could cause him so much fear, and here he was, bound, helpless with a man who held a blade.
He withdrew the blade and let its chilling tip draw a red line across his bara and circle an erect nipple with slow deliberation. Krissy almost wet himself with relief.
He nodded to himself as he saw his reaction and drew two fingers over his slave sex. "You're an experienced slut aren't you? I can tell from how wet you've made my fingers that you like fear and the sex that follows from it. Don't you slut?"
Krissy had felt when his cunt wet itself and had feared that it might have been discovered. Krissy had no way to answer him. Krissy had never been with a man and did not know if what he said was true. Krissy simply nodded, thinking it safer to agree with him than disagree, after all, he did still have the blade.
He just nodded and unlaced his breeches.
He dragged his leather gloved had beneath his nose and then drew his thumb across his lips. "Know the smell of leather well, slut. Because you will not be far from it for the rest of your life."
Krissy inhaled the rich scent of his leather. Male sweat mixed with the animal hide and gave a musky scent that only a slave can truly know. It held promise, intrigue and terror within its spicy aroma. No other scent would ever have as much meaning to him as this one did.
His gloved hand curled in the luxurious black waves of his hair and gripped it firmly. It tightened and Krissy gasped. As Krissy did so, the purpled crown of his cock slid past his bruised lips and along his tongue. Krissy moaned at the second tug of his hair and then ground his ass against the nubbins that held the agony of sweet release just out of reach.
"That's it whore, enjoy what you are about to receive." he said menacingly. Below her, on the wooden surface glistened his acceptance of his place in this world of men. Krissy could do little more than yield to his touch. He set the pace, and Krissy sought only to be the receptacle for him to deposit his seed into.
Each time his face nestled among the musky curls of hair at his loins Krissy inhaled his scent deeply and learned more about the world of men. His tongue slid along the shaft and felt the ripples of the throbbing veins in his cock and reveled at the smooth head as it explored there too.
He gave him enough time to acclimate himself to his size and girth before fucking him in an unforgiving rhythm. If Krissy failed to follow it, he would not stop. Krissy gagged a few times but caught up with him and he smiled as he watched the transient emotions track his face. "Mmm, good slut. You will be a good asset to him." he said as his hips pressed his swollen throbbing cock between his full lips, pushing then back and pulling them out as he fucked his face.
Then, with slow deliberation, he pushed himself deep into his throat. "You will swallow it all and be still until I am through." he commanded softly.
Krissy could do nothing but moan as the nubbins pressed against him and Krissy yielded to his command. Krissy would either die of asphyxiation from his cock or Krissy would breathe life again...his life was his at this moment and Krissy knew it.
His cock thrust deep into Krissy's throat and throbbed dully before thickening and lodging in the back of his throat. His hips thrust several more times as his seed was pumped into his anus without his consent. All Krissy could see and smell was the leather of his breeches and the musky scent of his cock.
Everything seemed to dim and then crystallize in that moment. Krissy existed to serve men. His very life depended on it. He withdrew and Krissy sucked in a lung full of air and looked at him gratefully. "This slut thanks you for a well taught lesson, Master...." he said softly.
Beneath his cunt lay the evidence of his place in life and his nipples attested to the divinity of his use. Krissy yearned for this and had never acknowledged it. But here he was; a slut for men and his pussy ached to be used. What a whore he was....
