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  She'd stilled, her body going from nearly thrashing so just lying there and quivering over and over, so he finally took his hand away from her sternum. He moved it to a breast, rapidly homing in on her nipple. When he pinched it, he got an extra quiver from her, but when he tugged, stretching it out hard enough that her breast formed a cone leading up to it, then she shuddered and cried out.

  He was surprised to hear the pleasure in her cry. He'd thought what he was doing might hurt. It wasn't that he wanted to hurt her, more that he wanted to see just how much he could do to her body that she could tolerate. Evidently she did a lot more than tolerate a little bit of nipple abuse, if anything he thought that her orgasm might have intensified a little because of it.

  She was murmuring softly and he strained to hear her words.

  “Master,” she said, “master. Take me, use me, train me. I'm yours to do with as you wish.”

  He was pretty sure that she hadn't intended for him to hear that, but he had. His cock reacted even more strongly than his mind. He'd swear it grew bigger and harder just from the words he'd heard. At the same time, he was now much closer to cumming than he had been thirty seconds earlier. Alice's fantasy might be coming true for her, but at the same time he was living a fantasy he'd never even dreamed he had.

  He pounded away at her ass, feeling his cock swell in preparation for cumming.

  “Gonna cum,” he practically yelled.

  “Gah! Do it, do it, fill me up with your cum, fill my ass with your cum so much that it's dripping out of me!” she shrieked in reply.

  Once again her words did as much as anything else in pushing him right over the edge. He slammed his cock as deep into her as he could and tried to hold it there as he came.

  Tyler had thought she might have been cumming harder from the nipple abuse, but he wasn't sure. This time there was no doubt. As his cock shot jet after jet of cum up into her ass, she trembled and started writhing again, her voice a long moan of pleasure that kept going for as long as he kept cumming.

  Once he was done, he just kept himself tucked inside of her ass for a few moments while he worked to catch his breath. He thought she was still cumming since her ass squeezed down on his slowly softening cock several times before he finally pulled out.

  When he did, he managed to move himself to the side, then rolled onto his back and collapsed on the bed.

  “Shit, that was... I don't have the words. I need to rest before I get cleaned up though. I don't think I could walk right now.”

  “You know,” Alice said softly, almost whispering, “you don't have to clean yourself up. That's one of the things a slave is good for.”

  “Good, then if you can move before I can, I order you to clean me up, my cock to be precise.”

  He felt it as she moved on the bed and a moment later she was on all fours next to him.

  “Any preference how I do it master?” she asked.

  “Yeah, use your tongue,” he said.

  He'd tried to make a joke of it but after the words left his mouth he realized they'd sounded as much serious as they did joking. A moment later he was shocked when she leaned over him and started licking his cock. His eyes went wide and he quickly added.

  “You can use your mouth too. I wish you would.”

  The warmth of her mouth as it surrounded his cock, sucking and stretching it out so that her tongue could painstakingly make its way over every inch of his soft, but stretched out, shaft, made it him that shuddered this time.

  He was pretty sure he wouldn't be getting hard again for a while. If he'd been able to, what she was doing with her mouth right now would've made sure that he was hard. So he tried to relax and enjoy what she was doing, but his mind was racing.

  Fuck me! he thought. Ass to mouth? Eager for anal and no argument about ass to mouth? Hell, forget no argument, she just did it. I didn't even have to argue with her about it, she did it willingly at my slightest mention of it. How the hell do I get this chick to decide that she wants to stay my slave after these two weeks? If I can figure out how to do that, I'm going to do it. Damn!

  When she was done cleaning his cock, she got up and went to the bathroom. He heard the water running for several minutes before she came back out. When she did, he was sure she was going to have a pissed off look on her face, but instead she looked happy, maybe even sated, he really couldn't tell.

  While she'd been gone, he'd remembered something else he'd seen in the bunker. The same closet as the lock box had held a survival knife and some weird sort of rope called Paracord 550. He got up and brought them over to the bed, hiding both items under the pillow before she came out.

  “So, what now master?” she asked.

  “I don't know about you, but I'm pretty tired. I was thinking maybe a nap and we could try all that again? It was pretty damned good that time, but you know what they say, practice makes perfect.”

  “Master, if you do much better than the way you started there, I might not survive it.”

  “You'll survive it, consider that an order. I have no desire to lose you that way, or any other way. For now, just come over here. I know you want to stay nude, but do you have any objection to sliding under a blanket to sleep?”

  She crawled onto the bed, then wrapped her self around him with her torso draped across his chest. Both of her tits were firmly pressed against him and he could see one of her nipples, still rigid, out of the corner of his eye.

  “I suppose we can use a blanket,” she said. “It wouldn't be very comfortable for either of us if I tried to make myself your blanket like I was thinking.”

  Part of his mind was screaming.

  No, no, please, make yourself my blanket.

  But he knew that if he stayed warmer while he slept, he'd need less sleep and be better rested, and as a result in better shape to repeat the performance they'd just shared after waking.

  “No, it wouldn't. Not that I wouldn't love that, but...”

  He pulled the blanket up over the two of them, then ordered her to turn so they could spoon. He ended up with his soft cock in the crack of her ass and one hand wrapped around her, cupping a breast.

  Well, this pretty much ensures that I'll get hard as soon as my body is capable again, he thought.

  “So, more of this tomorrow?” she asked.

  “Similar at least, I'd like us to sit down and pick each other's brains about what type of sex we like, I mean the kinkier things. There are a few that are already obvious, but I'm always willing to try something new. You are too now that you're my slave.”

  She purred at his last sentence.

  “Yes, so long as you tell me to I'll be happy to try anything new we can come up with.”

  “In that case, sleep for now. Dream kinky dreams, and tell me about them after we wake up,” he said.

  She dropped off almost immediately. He reluctantly disengaged from her, to her sleepy protests. He quickly pulled out the items from under the pillow.

  “Hmm, how long should I make her leash,” he mused aloud.

  “Short, nice and short, to keep me close enough that you can always reach over to fondle me at any time,” Alice answered sleepily.

  He'd thought she was asleep, and maybe she was since after answering, she didn't move or anything else.

  Define short, he thought.

  He decided on six feet of leash, plus some rope for the collar and cut off eight feet of the paracord. He slid the rope beneath Alice's neck, apparently not disturbing her sleep at all. After tying a bowline hitch to form a loop that wouldn't slip and choke her, he wrapped the other end of the rope around his wrist, tossing the knife and remaining paracord to the floor.

  That ought to make a nice surprise for her when she wakes up. Hopefully she was serious when she said I should, he thought.

  He fell asleep to the sight of the flashing green light that was the timer for Alice being his slave. He knew that when the radiation dropped it would go solid green, and he hoped that by then he'd have figured out what
made her want this fantasy and been able to play to it well enough that she wanted to keep it going once they were gone.

  With a final tweak of her nipples that drew a sleepy, contented sigh from her lips, Tyler fell asleep.

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  The End

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