THE TRAINING OF JEANNIE AND CLAIR
by Zebulon
This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is
intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery
and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read
it.
This may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being
posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site
where it is being posted.
Feedback is welcome. zebulon@fastmail.ca
(MF, FF, Bond)
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Upon returning to the pink room, Mistress Jeannie found
Anna squirming frantically on the table top. Clair was
leaning over the bottom of the table between her legs. Her
head, was buried in Anna's crotch. She had laid Anna's legs
over her shoulders and was licking away. Anna's toes were
splayed open as were her fingers. Her eyes were wide and
she was panting furiously. Her body glistened.
Fetzler looked hypnotized. Turgout was grinning widely
and absently rubbing his own crotch. Neither seemed to
have noticed Mistress Jeannie's return.
She walked over to Anna and looked directly down into
her face. She put her hand on the back of Clair's head, who
stopped and looked up. Her Mistress said, "Thank you,
Clair, that will be sufficient." Clair had been enjoying
herself. Anna tasted very nice and Clair was enjoying the
feel of this strange girl's responses to her tongue.
Anna was coming out of her sexual fog. "That was
pleasure, "Mistress Jeannie said. Then grabbed her nipple
and twisted, pinching hard. Anna screamed. "That was
pain." She went back to sexually arousing the nipple and
asked, "Now, are you ready to cooperate and do a good job
of Mr. Turgout's prick?"
Anna was crying, but nodded her head. "Yes, Mistress."
Mistress Jeannie motioned to Clair who fetched a collar
and leash from the trunk. She buckled the collar around the
girl's neck and attached the leash. She undid the hand
restraints and had her sit up. She removed the and
what was left of the bra, which were both soaked with
sweat. She had her hop down off of the table.
She walked her over to Mr. Turgout who stood,
grinning diabolically, as they approached. His zipper was
already open, his dick poking out and throbbing. As they
walked, Mistress Jeannie leaned over and hissed into the
girl's ear, "You'd better please him well, or this night may
not end for a long, long time."
Mistress Jeannie handed him the leash.
Taking it he grabbed the collar with one hand and pulled
Anna down to her knees. "Now bitch," he said slapping her
sharply across the face, "let's see if you are worthy the air
that you breath." He back handed her across the other
cheek and as her mouth had dropped open crammed his
prick between her lax lips.
With tears running down her face and her body shaking,
Anna started licking and on her abductor's prick.
Turgout had closed his eyes and was drinking in the
pleasure of what was essentially a victory over his mother.
Mistress Jeannie watched her technique and thought,
'she's got a lot to learn.'
* * * * * End of Part 14 * * * * *
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THE TRAINING OF JEANNIE AND CLAIR
by Zebulon
This may be reposted anywhere as long as (1) proper
credit is given, (2) I am informed of where it is being
posted, and (3) I am allowed free access to the web site
where it is being posted.
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