6TAD Chapter 1102: I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch! (Patreon)

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Alan looked at Heather and saw just how far gone she was in her lusty  need, so he pushed a little more. "Hey, Heather, what about Janice and  Joy? They're just standing here..."

Amy chirped in with her typical enthusiasm, "Yeah! A super  cock like my boyfriend's cock needs lots and lots of soft feminine hands  handling it!"

Heather rolled her eyes and sighed. What a stupid cunt! If I could have this cock all for my very own... But she got the message, and said, reluctantly, "Janice? Joy? Would you please join in and help us service, uh... Sir's cock?"

Janice and Joy said simultaneously, "With pleasure!" Then  they giggled, realizing what they'd just done. They were already  standing near, and wasted no time. Within seconds, there were four  hands, each from a different girl, stroking Alan's dick or his balls.

Heather grumbled and rolled her eyes some more, but the sight  of all those hands stroking definitely had an effect on her. She was so  excited that she was practically hyperventilating. More and more, Alan  positioned his cockhead so Heather could get one or two good licks in  before it pulled just out of reach again. That drove her absolutely wild  with need.

Janice asked Alan, "What's with all this 'Sir' stuff, anyway?"

He casually replied, "She's very proud. She IS my personal  cum dump; that's not just talk. Which means I'm her master and she's my  slave. But I figure it's a fig leaf to have her call me 'Sir' instead."

"WOW!" Janice and Joy exclaimed at once.

Heather practically came on the spot. "SLAVE?!" SLAVE?!  I'm nobody's slave, you son of a bitch! You take that back, or I'll...  I'll make you pay! PAY! I know it looks bad, with me all tied up and  begging for cock, but this is just a temporary setback!

Of course, those comments were only in her mind. The other  girls took her silence as tacit agreement, which was a total mindblower.  Somehow, everyone got much more aroused by that silence, even Heather.

The mutli-handed handjob went on for a minute or two.  Somehow, Alan was able to keep his cool and not climax. The amount of  stimulation he was getting from all those hands plus Heather's tongue  was simply off the charts. He knew he never would have lasted more than a  minute had it not been for all the "training" he'd been getting in  recent weeks. Feeling this much sexual pleasure was almost the norm for  him lately.

Alan said, "So. It's interesting. If I listen to your voice,  you sound like such an obedient bitchslut. But you're not, are you?  Actions speak louder than words, and you're keeping a secret from me. If  you're so obedient, why don't you just tell me right now what your  secret is, and I'll put this thing in any hole or crevice you desire."

Heather's eyes went wider still. At the moment, the tip of  his cockhead was just out of reach, even though she was stretching  forward with all her might. She fervently wished her tongue were longer,  but (unlike Xania or Suzanne) she had no chance of even touching the  tip of her own nose with it, much less reaching what was beyond her  nose.

She thought, Sir, if you think the sight of all those  hands from different girls... pumping, pumping, pumping! Pumping on that  thick fuck staff! ... If you think that sight is getting to me... well,  dammit, you're RIGHT! HNNNG! UNGH! Slipping and sliding and  squishing... GOD, he's so well hung! And how the Hell does he not cum  already?! I swear, it's inhuman! I'm about to cum buckets just from  LOOKING at what's happening to him! If he cums, he's going to douse my  face! But I can't give in! No! No fucking way! A Morgan never loses!

She strained at her ropes as strongly as she could, but it  was hopeless to get free. Then she closed her eyes completely and  withdrew her tongue. She winced, knowing that what she was about to say  wasn't going to go over well. "I'd love to, Sir. You know I really  would. But I can't do this! I've said before that this secret is for  your own good, in the long run. I really do mean that. Sir!"

He replied with a tinge of anger, "You realize that until I  learn your secret you won't be seeing or touching this dick again. No  more bitch training sessions. Nothing. Nada. Zip. You're on your own.  I'll wipe my hands of you completely."

His erection continued to bob and weave right at the tip of Heather's nose, occasionally bumping into her nose.

The room was dead silent while all eyes turned to Heather.  The girls even paused with their stroking as they waited with bated  breath for her response.

He added, "If you tell me now, the full truth, I will  actually fuck you good and then cum in your ass. For a lowly bitchslut  like you, I don't think you realize what a rare honor it is to actually  get a big hot load of Bitch Taming cum pumped into your ass. But I will  make a special exception today."

"And then?!" Heather panted, torn between excitement and the dreaded taste of defeat.

"And then, naturally, you'll have to serve your punishment.  You won't like it. In fact, you'll probably hate it. But that's all part  of your training. You need to be trained in how to be an obedient  bitchslut and an enjoyable fuck. You need to accept your humble place,  which is serving my cock first and foremost. The girls around you, they  are girls. Human beings. Whereas you're just a bitchslut. You're  basically three holes and a pair of tits."

She groaned again, and tried to lurch forward in yet another futile effort to lick his dick.

The other girls all laughed at her, doubling her shame. By this time, their fingers had resumed pumping.

He went on, "You're nowhere near fully realizing that yet. I  may have to keep you permanently chained to a bed, with your ass and  cunt stuffed full to bursting with cock, plastic or otherwise, until you  accept your station in life. Which is below me, begging to serve me.  I'm willing to take the time to do that if need be, but only if you make  it worth my while. And that means telling me your secret. Now."

Alan didn't literally mean all of that, or even much of that.  The other girls were incredulous and awed at his sheer chutzpah. But he  instinctively understood Heather's mindset so well that he knew his  words were a huge turn-on for her, not a turn-off.

The idea of being chained to a bed and punished until she  completely broke had huge appeal for her. She knew he'd never actually  do it, but it was that kind of fantasy that she loved to hear from him.  Further, she was outraged at his offensive and extremely chauvinistic  words, but his crude language only drove her to higher ecstasies. She  knew that was fucked up, but she didn't care.

He added, "This is your last and only chance." He started  withdrawing his stiff boner a few inches from her (while still allowing  the others' twenty fingers to continue stroking it).

Heather appeared to break with that. "Okay! Okay. Damn you!"

"Damn you, Sir!" Alan corrected firmly. His was rhythmically  squeezing his PC muscle to prevent any unexpected cum eruption. He was  getting terribly aroused from the whole power game, even more than the  physical pleasure caused by the many stroking hands. Again, it was like  his body could handle any amount of physical stimulation, but adding a  mental mind-fuck on top of that could get too much even for him. He  brought the tip of his cockhead tantalizingly closer to her, so that it  remained just a fraction of an inch out of her reach.

Heather half-laughed, half cried, "Damn you, Sir!" There was a  long pause. With his erection still dangling an inch from her mouth and  all the busy hands happily stroking it, she looked straight at it and  felt awe at Alan's sexual dominance over her and the whole squad.

Jesus! Fuuuuck! Look at that cock! How can I resist it?  How can I fight? I neeeed it! I need to pleasure it! Sir, please! Let  me... Let me suck on your fat knob until you blow your load all over my  face and down my throat! I'll be so good to you! Your perfect cum dump!  Your whore! Your slut!

That's what I need; the cleansing joy of a creamy cum  bath! I don't even care about the other hands. Hell, I LOVE the hands!  In fact, a cock like that needs MORE hands! Especially MY hands!

She said between heavy panting, "Okay. You win. Again. Damn.  The truth is, I didn't go home earlier, I went to see Rock." Her face  burned red with the humiliation of conceding defeat.

Several girls, including Amy, gasped at that.

Heather said over the sound of increasingly loud sloshing and  squishing from so many hands, "But I wasn't plotting against you, Sir!  No! I'm trying to help you! I've heard through the rumor grapevine of  this new plot against you. There's little that escapes my notice at this  school and I don't want you to get hurt! I mean, that would be like  killing the goose that lays the golden eggs, right? I mean, this school  would be boring without you."

She stopped because the tip of his cockhead happened to sway  closer, and she strained with all her might to reach it with her tongue.  She hit pay dirt, and even managed to get her lips sucking on the tip  when he swayed another inch or two in her direction.

Alan enjoyed what she was doing with her lips and tongue so  much that he moved forward a bit more, giving her another inch to play  with, until her tongue was brushing up against the side of Kim's  stroking hand. But then he realized she wasn't going to say anything  more while she was busy licking, so he reluctantly pulled just out of  range.

"GRRR!" she griped.

"Finish your story and you can have some more cock," he said, like promising a toddler some candy.

Heather spoke faster. "So of course I'm going to do what I  can to help out. I've got all kinds of plans in motion, Sir. Talking to  him is just one. I've got other things going on during school and after  school. I can't have my Bitch Trainer in me, dulling my wits, with all  kinds of important negotiations and plans going on. It's not good that  you know, or that other people in this room know, because my plan  requires stealth and surprise, but you left me no choice but to tell."

Staring at his erection and straining at her restraints, she  concluded, "Are you satisfied? Do you see now why I was trying to keep  this a secret? It's for your own good! Sir. Now please... just move  forward another inch or two! Sir, please!"