Alien Abduction - 07
Alien Abduction | Blood Play | Electrical Play | Furry | Lesbian | Noncon
Education
Ri’xon - Day 5
I wake from a restless sleep. Mistress is playing with my nipples. Both have hardened from her touch, and distant pressure is already building. Please, Not again. I can’t bear it.
“Pet, you may speak while I play with you.”
“Please Mistress. Not like last night. Please!” I beg.
“What does this feel like?” She asks, as though I never said a word. Of course. That's why she decided to let me talk. She wants to humiliate me.
“My nipples are tingling, and my breasts feel warm. It feels good.” She shifts against me, bringing her mouth to bare. She sucks, and her tongue flicks against me.
“How about now?” She says, around a mouthful of my breast.
“Your tongue feels even better. When your tongue flicks against me, it sends a spike of pleasure down to my stomach. When you suck it’s like you’re pulling on something deep within me. But, pressure is building.” Her teeth nip a nipple. I gasp. “That hurt, but it also felt... good.”
A hand slides between my legs. “Please Mistress!” Do I wish she would stop, or do I hope she continues? Two fingers slide inside me and begin to explore. Shit. She nips me insistently. Each gentle bite causes a spike of sensations that overwhelm my senses for a moment.
“Warm... tingling warmth… spreads from your touch... Damn.... It feels so good.... All I feel is your touch... But the pressure… It’s so strong… Your fingers... inside my crotch... feel wonderful... but… so do the… others… The top part… that feels… the best.” My words come out broken, between gasps of pleasure. “Pressure... unbearable… I need!”
She stops.
“Please!” I whimper.
“What does it feel like now?”
“When you stop, the pleasure quickly fades. All that’s left is the pressure. The need. It’s so strong it’s painful. Please, I can’t stand this. Please.”
“You know very little about your own anatomy and, as far as I can tell, nothing about sex. Your ‘inside my crotch’ comment almost made me laugh.”
My cheeks heat. “I know all about reproduction. The male releases sperm, and it waits in the female's body. Her body detects the waiting sperm. Her uterus releases an egg for fertilization. Once it's fertilized, it attaches to the womb. The female is now pregnant.”
Mistress laughs at me. “Exactly! Nothing about sex. You know how people become pregnant at least, but you glossed over everything related to sex with ‘the male releases sperm’. Really? So empty and detached, and even that little bit lacks everything.”
“Like what, Mistress?” Since she isn’t hurting me, I just want the conversation to continue.
“How and where is sperm released? What does it feel like? Hell, how does one physically have sex? I guess if you knew these things, you’d know that it doesn’t require exactly one man and one woman.”
“I guess I don’t know as much about it as I thought, Mistress” I admit, those are good questions. Why didn’t anyone ask when we learned about reproduction? How could I have accepted that sperm was going to be released inside me without understanding how and where? Sex is required to have children, but other than that how much do I really know? I must have been conditioned to ignore it. Even worse, everyone I know must be conditioned the same way. None of us asked.
The feathery touch of fingers sliding up between my legs brings a whimper to my lips. “Please, Mistress, I can’t take anymore.” I beg uselessly.
“Next time you complain, I’ll take it as a request to fetch the knife.”
“Yes, Mistress” I sob.
There was a time when I would have called this torture. I know better now. The knife and cattle prod are much worse. They are torture. I’ll rather a full day of this than even ten minutes of them!
She takes me to the edge, then stops, and I’m forced to wait for the painful need to ease. When it drops down to a bearable level, she starts all over again. Other than a short break for her to eat breakfast, she spends all morning making me ache with frustrated need.
Finally, Mistress lets out a happy sigh and says, “Time to get up.”
She frees me from the bed and puts leather cuffs connected by a short length of chain on my ankles, then she removes the muzzle, so I can eat and drink. I’m taken to the restroom across the hall. Once again, I’m forced to pee and poop with her watching. Then she orders me into the shower. After I clean myself she takes me to the front room.
She forces me to kneel in front of a wooden rocking chair. Wrist cuffs are attached to the sides of the seat, and a hole is drilled in the seat. She cuffs me into place, and threads my leash through the hole and pulls it tight. I only have a little movement in my head, and none in my arms.
“Pet, Lets go over the obvious. I’m about to place a very sensitive part of my body in easy reach of your mouth. Then I’m going to make you do something you don’t want to do. You will be tempted to bite me. If you give in to the temptation, the consequences will be severe.”
“Do you want to bite me?”
“Yes, Mistress.” I wish I could lie.
“Good.” That surprises me.
Her next question doesn't. “Will you bite me?”
“No, Mistress.”
She sits in the chair, her crotch in front of my face, legs draping over my back. She adjusts the tension on my leash until she is satisfied with my range of head movement.
“Anatomy lesson time. There will be an exam afterwards.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
She gestures between her legs, and the lesson begins. Even with my head so close to her crotch, it’s still the conversation that makes me blush. She has names for things I didn’t know existed. She explains that what I call a crotch is really called a pussy. She goes on to explain what everything is called. I learn about the major and minor labia, clit, hood, urethra, and vagina.
A predatory smile comes to her face. “My naive little Pet. Remember how good it feels when I play with your pussy? Before I leave you with an aching need? It’s your turn to play with mine. You are going to take me to the edge, but instead of stopping, you will keep me there as long as possible. Then when my… ecstasy hits, rest your tongue on my clit, but don’t move it. When I come back to myself, pull away, and give the area around my pussy your full attention. Once I recover, slowly move back and start over.” Bitch.
“Your final exam is simple. The moment I decide making you scream is more fun than this… Well, I’m sure you can guess what happens then.” She lays the cattle prod across her lap. CRAP!
Tentatively I stick out my tongue and lick along the side of her thigh. She said to start here and work my way in one lick at a time.
“Oh!” Mistress gasps. “Your tongue feels wonderful!”
To my shock, she reaches down and grabs my tongue. She pulls on it, and in moment’s it’s stretched as far as it will go. She runs a finger up and down its length.
“I love the texture. It’s like a cat's tongue, but not quite that rough. And it’s so long! This is going to be amazing!”
She lets go of my tongue, so I start licking my way up her thigh again. Before long I reach her pussy. Her musk is tart. Tangy. It’s not a pleasant taste, but it’s not that bad if I don’t think about what I’m tasting. Her fingers run through my hair absently.
Following her earlier directions, I lick along her labia, carefully avoiding touching anywhere around her clit. I listen to her breathing, paying attention to her reactions. Mistresses eyes are closed, and her happy panting breaths let me know I’m doing something right. My tongue travels back and forth taking care to avoid anything too sensitive.
Unable to put it off any longer, I slide my tongue inside her vagina. It’s deeper than I expected, but not so deep that I can’t reach all the way to the end. The lazy smile shining down on me makes me want to scream in frustration. She spent so long doing something similar to me, except she would stop. Leaving me with all the need and none of the pleasure. Bitch. I do my best to move my tongue inside her like she moved her fingers inside of me. Selfish bitch!
I’m growling! I stop as soon as I realize it. Is she angry? She doesn’t seem to be.
“Your tongue. Just like that! Don’t stop!” I keep my tongue moving inside her. “Nuzzle my clit!”
I move closer, pushing my nose between her outer labia. I nuzzle her hood. Without my hands I can’t really do more. If her frantic breathing, and the way she pulls on my hair is any indication, it’s more than enough.
Her grip moves from my hair to my ears. Twisting pressure soon forces me to whimper. She pulls hard. My snout is forced even tighter against her clit.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she mutters under her breath.
Her thighs suddenly clap shut around my head and she screams with pleasure while she twists my ears brutally. I scream in pain, snout pressed against her pussy. After a long moment she slowly relaxes while I sob into her pussy. Selfish bitch!
“Keep your tongue moving. I love the way it feels inside my pussy. So deep. So thick. So strong. Better than any dick could ever be.”
I’m forced to give her pleasure several more times. I learned many things about pleasing her. Things that I hope will stop her from hurting me as much in the future. Eventually she orders me to stop.
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