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Chapter 1: Brent
When Brent woke, Ellie was curled up under his arm in the way she was when she’d fallen asleep. He gently pulled the blankets back, careful not to wake her while he surveyed the damage that he inflicted last night. Ellie wore bright red and purple welts and bruises all over her body, with a particularly nasty one on her ribs. He knew that they would get much worse before they began to get better.
Brent carefully turned her onto her back, tracing the bruise underneath her breast before he gently caressed her nipples. He spread her legs, seeing another large bruise on her thigh. She was still wearing her chastity belt, and he took note of considerable wetness around her denied pussy. He couldn’t help but dip a finger under the belt to taste her.
He replaced the blankets on his sleeping daughter, then went to the kitchen to get some painkillers and water for her. He climbed back into bed, cuddling Ellie in his arms as he gently woke her. He stroked her hair, gently whispering for her to wake up. Ellie stirred, then her eyes (swollen from the hours of crying) fluttered open. She looked into Brent’s eyes while he watched the events of the past 24 hours land in her mind blow by blow.
Ellie tensed, then winced as the pain in her body responded. “Shh, you’re okay. Here, baby, take these- they’ll help with the pain and the swelling,” Brent said gently, offering his daughter the painkillers and water.
Ellie took them gratefully, though Brent had to hold the water as she drank because her hands were trembling too much. “That’s it, let’s wait for those to kick in before we start the day,” Brent said. He put Ellie back in his arms, stroking her hair as she silently trembled.
“Daddy, I’m scared,” she said finally. She had been shaking like a leaf in his arms for at least 15 minutes. Brent just held her, knowing that it was best to let her come out of her shell on her own time.
“I know, baby. Yesterday was a scary day. We need to talk about it, and we need to make up for the edging that you missed,” Brent said as he shifted to get the key for her chastity belt.
Ellie tensed, sitting up quickly enough that she moaned in pain. “Daddy, I can’t,” she said, tears of panic welling in her frightened eyes.
Brent kissed her on the forehead and guided her back to lay down. “It will help you feel better,” Brent explained, “and it will help Daddy feel better. I want to make you feel good, Ellie,” he said as he unlocked her chastity belt and removed it.
“Daddy, I’m scared,” Ellie repeated. “Everything hurts Daddy, it’s too much,” she said, her voice shaking as she fought the urge to cry.
“I know, baby. It’s okay to be scared- you’ve been through so much,” Brent cooed. He got behind her on the bed, coaxing her stiff and sore body into his lap. He held her tightly to calm her, her back against his chest, and he gently spread her trembling legs to expose her glistening pussy. “Hold Daddy’s hand while I edge your clit, baby. I promise it will help you feel better,” Brent whispered into her ear.
Ellie did as she was told, reaching for his hand as if it were a life raft. She squeezed hard, and he held her firmly while his other hand parted her slit in search of her denied clit. Her body tensed as he gently started to rub. “Relax, baby, Daddy isn’t going to hurt you. Let it feel good,” he coached.
Tension released from her body with every circle of her clit. Brent felt the little button harden under his touch, and smiled as her breath started to deepen. “That’s it, good girl. Daddy isn’t going to hurt you, this is just your daily edging from yesterday. Daddy needs to learn and deny your clit to teach you to be an obedient slave,” he explained.
“Slaves can’t cum without Daddy. Orgasms belong to Daddy,” Ellie added quietly.
“That’s right baby. Daddy loves you, and he wants what’s best for you. Daddy is teaching you to be the best slave, right?” he asked, pressing a bit harder on her clit so that she started to stir.
“Yes Daddy,” she moaned, “I want to be good.”
Brent could feel her orgasm building, so he lightened his touch slightly. Ellie sighed, her body relaxing into his even more as the tension slipped away.
“You are good, Ellie. Yesterday was a scary and hard day, but it’s over. You are always safe with Daddy, even when I’m hurting you. I only hurt you when I have to, baby. I don’t like having to punish you like that. Do you understand that Daddy had no choice? Do you understand that it was your fault that Daddy hurt you?” His voice was soft and gentle, as was his touch as he stroked his daughter’s tender clit.
Ellie was silent for a few moments. “Y…yes, Daddy. I know it was my fault that Daddy hurt me. I lied, and I made a choice that hurt Daddy. Slaves don’t have needs, slaves don’t make choices. Daddy owns me, Daddy makes choices.”
Ellie’s voice shook as she spoke, but she didn’t stumble over her words.
“That’s right, baby. You can’t lie to Daddy,” Brent said. He removed his fingers from her clit and tilted Ellie’s chin up to look into her eyes. His other hand remained in her desperate grasp. “Daddy always knows, and he has to punish you. It’s best to be honest, right Ellie? Daddy can only help you if you are fully honest with me.”
To her credit, she didn’t look away- she looked into his eyes as if they were the only things tethering her to earth. “Daddy is helping me, I need Daddy to help me,” she whispered, more to herself than to Brent.
Brent put his cum-soaked fingers into his daughter’s mouth, feeling his cock harden as her skilled tongue cleaned them off. He kissed her deeply to ground her as his fingers went back to her clit. He moaned at the taste of her cum on her lips.
“That’s right, you need Daddy to help and protect you,” Brent growled into her ear. He rubbed her clit hard and fast, his other hand grasping hers and pressing her back into his chest. “Your training has made you into such a needy little slut, it makes sense that boys will want to kiss you. Girls will too, and they will all want to use you like Daddy does. The more Daddy trains you, the more desperate this little pussy will be for attention, and the more you will need to be used. You need Daddy to keep you safe from dangerous people who could take advantage of your need,” he said. He could hear her wetness under his fingers as he brought her to the edge.
“Daddy, Daddy I need to cum,” Ellie moaned. She writhed under his touch, but his strong arms paired with her sore body effectively immobilized her.
“I know you do, baby. This little clit has become so needy for Daddy, and it hasn’t cum in so long,” he cooed. “I can feel how desperate you are baby, and it’s making Daddy hard.”
“Please Daddy,” Elle breathed. He could feel her starting to float, so he stopped.
Chapter 2: Ellie
Ellie heard herself scream before she registered that Daddy had robbed her of her orgasm yet again. She tried to jerk away from his embrace, but her injured body froze in protest.
“You’re okay, baby, it isn’t time yet. Shh, lay back, let Daddy hold you. Hold Daddy’s hand, Ellie, we need to go again,” her Dad’s voice in her ear somehow calmed her, despite the last 24 hours of hell he had inflicted on her- or rather she had inflicted on herself.
“Daddy please stop,” Ellie begged as his fingers found her swollen clit yet again. “I can’t take any more, my body is overwhelmed. I need a break, Daddy, please, it’s too much,” she repeated.
“There’s that word again, Ellie- need. What did you learn yesterday?”
“Slaves don’t have needs,” Ellie repeated automatically. Her entire body broke out in goosebumps as the phrase took root, reminding her of her struggle the night before.
“That’s right. Slaves like you don’t have needs. Yesterday you had to learn that the hard way, both because you lied to Daddy about a kiss and you chose to break curfew. Lots of boys are going to kiss and use you, because you are becoming a desperate and needy slut. You always need to tell Daddy, so that Daddy can protect you from bad people,” he said as he rubbed her. Ellie tried to listen, but her throbbing clit was hard to ignore.
“Daddy, my clit,” she moaned.
“You have to ignore it, Ellie,” her Dad said sternly, “and listen to Daddy. You will wear Daddy’s bruises for the next few weeks as a reminder that slaves don’t have choices. You can’t be trusted to make good choices for yourself with such a desperate clit. You are nothing but a slut- Daddy’s slut, and all you are good for is making Daddy happy, right?”
“Yes Daddy,” Ellie said, her voice desperate as her Dad teased her clit. He held the swollen button between his two fingers, stroking it up and down until Ellie saw stars. She was so desperate to cum that her Dad’s words seemed completely logical. She was just a slut- Daddy had made her into a needy, desperate whore- the person she had always wanted to be, and maybe always was. She wore her Dad’s cum in her panties, she hadn’t cum in months, and she was currently in her Dad’s bed with his hand between her legs.
The worst of it was that she didn’t want him to stop rubbing her.
As the tension of her orgasm built, the stiffness in her body became more acute. She could see the bruises painted on her body, and winced at the memory of earning each one. She had never been so scared in her life. Her Dad was right, though- it was her fault. He set very clear rules, and she chose to break them. Her disobedience put him in the position to have to hurt her. If she had just been a good girl like Daddy asked, she wouldn’t be bruised.
She asked for this- she wanted to learn to be a slave. Her Dad had spent hours on her training, and she was grateful. She was making real progress, and deeply regretted yesterday’s misstep.
She regretted that Evan had to be brought into it, but she understood why her Dad did it. He was reminding her that she was a slave, and that she couldn’t have regular relationships. She was designed for use, not romance.
As if he read her mind, Ellie felt her Dad’s voice against her skin. “Hurting you and giving you those bruises didn’t make Daddy happy, but watching you suck your friend’s cock certainly did. You did such a good job for me Ellie, you made Daddy so proud,” he praised.
“Thank you Daddy,” Ellie replied. She started breathing deeply to try to control her urge to cum. She could feel a wet spot on the sheets under her, and her entire body was desperate for release.
“I know you thought he wouldn’t want it, but you need to know that everyone wants you Ellie. Everyone can see that you’re a whore, from seeing your nipples through your shirt to smelling your dripping pussy. Evan knew that sucking cock is what you are good for. Eventually you will know it too, Ellie- you need to stop fighting your true nature and let Daddy mold you the rest of the way. You are so close to being my perfect slave, Ellie. Is that what you still want?”
“I want to cum, Daddy!” Ellie cried desperately. She couldn’t hold it much longer. She knew that she would be punished for cumming, and knew that she wouldn’t survive another round in the heavy bag- or whatever else her Dad came up with. She was openly moaning, trying as hard as she could to push her orgasm away. Her Dad’s words about being used, embracing her true nature, her needy pussy- they swam in her head, creating the perfect soundtrack for the most powerful orgasm of her life.
“Hold it, Ellie, you’re almost there. Don’t cum, or Daddy will have to hurt you again. Take more for Daddy, show me you can be a good girl. Show me you want it, Ellie,” her Dad coached. Ellie clung to his words as her lifeline, screaming as she began to lose control.
When her Dad pulled his hand away, she started crying instantly. She was so scared of cumming, but she wanted it so badly. It felt like her mind was being torn in two as relief and devastation coursed through her.
Her Dad pulled her in close as the sobs rocked her. She could feel her heart beat between her legs, and she could feel her Dad’s hard cock at her back. It usually grossed her out, but all she could think about was putting it in her mouth like she had Evan’s. She felt like a feral animal, desperate for any kind of stimulation.
“Please, Daddy, please don’t stop,” she begged as she writhed against him, tears freely falling down her cheeks. She tried to take his hand and put it between her legs, but he just held her hand tightly.
“I have to, baby. You can’t take any more right now,” he said gently. “I need to do what’s best for you, no matter how much I want to let you cum,” he explained.
She turned into him, letting him hold her as she quieted her sobs. She was used to the denial, but the physical and emotional intensity of the past 24 hours (and, if she was honest, three months) was catching up to her. She felt completely untethered.
“Daddy I need more,” she said. Her voice felt like it was coming from somewhere else. Her mind floated, and her body slipped from its control. She grasped her Dad’s neck, holding on as if she were in danger of evaporating. She felt his strong arms around her, and his hard cock still against her.
She began to conflate the pulse of her clit with the pulse of her Dad’s cock. She squirmed, grinding herself against him in an effort to feel something. “Baby, be careful,” her Dad warned.
“I need more,” she repeated, reaching her hand down to grasp her Dad’s cock. She studied her boldness from outside her body as she started stroking him. She felt his growl on her skin, and felt her clit respond as her Dad hardened in her hand.
“Ellie, I don’t think you’re ready for this,” her Dad breathed as she stroked him. He put his hand over hers, guiding her rhythm. “It’s so good baby, but you need to stop now- it isn’t time yet,” he said as he gently removed her hand from his cock.
Ellie felt disappointment course through her, like a child losing a balloon. Next, she felt cold shame. What was she thinking, stroking her Dad’s cock? How desperate and depraved could she be?! Was her Dad rejecting her? What did that say about her?!
Chapter 3: Brent
Taking his daughter’s hand off of his cock required superhuman strength that Brent wasn’t sure he possessed. Her grip was so sure, a clear indication of the desperation he had generated between her legs, and finally in her mind. He so badly wanted to let her stroke him to orgasm, or- better yet- drive his cock inside her waiting pussy. He resisted, knowing that she was right where he needed her, and if he made her wait a little longer, she would be his forever.
He knew that they were still on shaky ground after yesterday, and needed to make sure that he pushed her deliberately and strategically from here. She had developed a new attachment and reliance on him overnight, but he knew that he could easily sever it if she got too in her head about everything.
He had to keep her on the edge- desperate, unsure, dependent.
He kissed her deeply, cupping her breasts gently as he laced his fingers through the hand that was just on his cock. “You’re going to be late for school, baby. I promise we can pick this up when you get home.”
“I can’t go back there,” Ellie lamented. “Not after what I did with Evan, and after he saw you feed me his cum after. I am done with school.”
“We had a deal that you would finish the term, Ellie. You have three weeks left, and you will finish them. I don’t want you to lose your semester, especially if you decide to quit your position as my slave. I may be your Master, but I am also your father- I want what’s best for you, and I want you to have options,” he said.
Ellie sighed. He could see her weighing the pros and cons of arguing with him, and was pleased to see that she eventually decided to do as she was told. “Yes Daddy,” she said quietly.
He showered her, gently washing her bruised body. She let him, though she winced and cowered away a few times as he went over the worst of it. He replaced her chastity belt, then filled her panties with his cum while she did her makeup. He helped her get dressed (long sleeves and pants to cover the bruises, but no bra and a thin shirt to remind her of her purpose) as her arms were too sore to lift over her head.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her on the forehead. “Have a good day, baby. I have put a camera on your backpack, given yesterday’s events. I will be able to see and hear you wherever you are. Today I want you to pleasure someone else with your mouth, and make sure that I can see. Show Daddy that you understand that you are nothing but a whore. If you please me, we can continue what you started when you get home,” he promised.
He couldn’t quite read his daughter’s dazed expression as she left the house.
He watched her drive to school silently, listening to the slave affirmations with clamped nipples. She appeared detached, which wasn’t unusual in the morning.
Evan was in her first class. He tried to talk to her, but she ignored him. Brent felt bad for the kid- especially now that he knew what Ellie’s mouth could do, he would never be the same. Brent couldn’t wait to find out for himself.
Brent vaguely listened to the video feed as he started his day, occasionally getting distracted by the woman at the front of the class. Ellie’s professor was around Brent’s age, attractive in a scholarly librarian way. She wore glasses with black frames, a knee length green skirt, and a white button-down shirt. Her heels clicked on the floor as she paced during the lecture, and Brent’s gaze was frequently drawn to her bare legs.
When the class ended, Ellie was quick to bolt. The video feed showed a flurry of hallway activity before quieting as Ellie slipped into an empty classroom. Brent could hear her breathing heavily, undoubtedly close to a panic attack, though all he could think of was how she breathed the same way in his arms that morning.
He stared at the wall that the camera pointed to as he listened to his daughter fight to regain her composure. Her breathing levelled out, and silence soon filled the room. He considered texting her a reminder of her task, but decided to trust that she would do as she was told.
The silence was eventually broken by a knock at the door, Ellie’s sharp intake of breath, and her professor’s silky voice.
Chapter 4: Ellie
Ellie was surprised to see Ms. Martin at the classroom door. Ellie had bolted into the first empty space she had seen, partly in an effort to avoid another run-in with Evan, and partly so that she could finally take a minute to process her last 24 hours.
“Ellie, are you okay?” Ms. Martin asked tentatively. She entered the room, closing the door quietly behind her.
“I’m fine, Professor,” Ellie answered reflexively. Of course she was nowhere near fine, but it wasn’t like she could confide her worries to her teacher. Ms. Martin’s class was her favourite, and the woman had often praised Ellie for her insight on assignments. Ellie flashed what she hoped was a reassuring smile, willing Ms. Martin to leave her alone.
Instead, Ellie heard heels click across the floor as Ms. Martin perched herself on the desk in front of where Ellie sat. “I’d like to talk to you about something, Ellie,” she said gently.
“I…I don’t have time right now,” Ellie stammered, grabbing her backpack and turning to leave. She froze as she felt her professor’s hand on her shoulder, firmly pressing her back into her seat.
“I am afraid I have to insist, Ellie. Evan talked to me after class; he’s really worried about you,” she said. Ellie could feel the concerned stare on her, but couldn’t bring herself to make eye contact.
“I’m fine,” Ellie replied.
“Evan shared some…disturbing…things with me, Ellie. I need to talk to you about them. I need you to be honest with me,” she pressed. She tucked a finger under Ellie’s chin, forcing her to look up at her.
Ellie felt her face flush as she met her professor’s eyes. “I don’t know what Evan told you, but it isn’t true,” Ellie said. She willed herself to hold eye contact, hoping her face showed confidence instead of the cold fear she felt.
“He cares about you, Ellie,” Ms. Martin explained. Her finger remained under Ellie’s chin, holding her eye contact. “In truth I have thought all term that he has a crush on you,” she said with a kind smile.
Ellie tried to return the smile, but all she felt was guilt.
“He told me about last night,” Ms. Martin pressed as she cupped Ellie’s cheek. “About how you took him into the washroom and sucked his cock. Did that happen, Ellie?” she asked simply.
“No,” Ellie replied. Her voice was too quick, her tone too defensive.
“I told you Ellie, you need to tell me the truth,” Ms. Martin reminded her as she stroked her cheek. In spite of herself, Ellie leaned into the soft touch. Since her mom left, she didn’t have any warm female influences in her life beyond the odd teacher or coach that took an interest (or pity) in her.
“I…I’m not lying,” Ellie said cautiously. As soon as the words left her mouth, she remembered her Dad’s camera on her backpack. White hot panic filled her as she realized that he was watching, and that she had lied. She frantically searched her frayed mind to recall if he had said anything about lying to others, or if her punishment had been focused solely on lying to him.
She had no idea- it was all still a blur. Her breathing shallowed, her pupils dilating as if she were a caged animal. She could feel her face go white as she frantically tried to figure out how to navigate the conversation.
“So you’re saying Evan is lying? That seems like quite a far-fetched lie for him to tell, especially about a girl he has a crush on. Why would he do that, Ellie? Perhaps it’s Evan that I should be concerned about, or reprimanding if he lied to me…” Ms. Martin mused.
“It’s true,” Ellie blurted. She had done enough to Evan without getting him in trouble for being concerned about her. Of course he was concerned about her- he should be. Her behaviour last night was insane, not to mention what he later saw with her Dad feeding her the cum on her face.
“It’s true, Professor. I did it- I took Evan into the washroom and sucked his cock, and he came all over me,” Ellie explained. She froze as the weight of her words- and the fact that she was sharing them with her professor- landed.
“And why did you do that, Ellie?” Ms. Martin asked, her hand now gently caressing Ellie’s face and hair.
“I…I…don’t know,” Ellie replied. She could hardly tell Ms. Martin that she did it because her father told her to. She wasn’t sure if her Dad would be mad about her lying to Ms. Martin, but she knew for sure he would be mad if she told her professor that her Dad was training her as a slave.
“I think you do, Ellie. Tell me why you dragged such a nice boy into a restaurant bathroom to gag on his cock and be covered in his cum,” Ms. Martin demanded. Her hand fisted in Ellie’s hair, forcing her again to meet her gaze.
Ms. Martin’s words were so crass, and made Ellie sound like such a whore- but they weren’t incorrect. Ellie spared a glance to her backpack on the desk beside her, willing the universe to tell her what to say. She knew that her Dad had a full view of her and her professor’s interaction, and if she kept lying she was sure she would be punished.
“Because…beacuse I’m a whore,” Ellie replied quietly.
Ms. Martin’s grip in her hair softened, and she returned to gently stroking Ellie’s face.
“I thought so,” she cooed. “I have noticed you all term- short skirts, no bra, often leaving a wet spot on your chair after class,” Ms. Martin explained. “When Evan told me what happened, I can’t say I was surprised. He was though- he confided in me because he’s worried about you. He doesn’t think what happened last night was your idea, though I’m not sure who else’s idea it would be,” she mused.
“It was my idea, Professor,” Ellie replied quickly. “I wanted to suck his cock, and I wanted him to cover me in cum. I’m a whore, and that’s what whores do,” Ellie emphasized. It was bad enough that her professor knew what she did to Evan; Ellie couldn’t let Ms. Martin find out about her slave training. She needed to make her teacher believe that it was all her idea. While it killed Ellie to change her favourite teacher’s image of her, she knew that she had to convince Ms. Martin.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Ellie continued, looking into her professor’s eyes and praying that her voice (and body) stopped shaking. “I knew Evan had a crush on me- he was always staring at my nipples through my shirt, and he kissed me,” she admitted. She remembered the way Evan’s kiss had filled her with hopeful butterflies, and started to cry. “I had to show Evan what I’m good for. I had to show him what whores do,” she said through her tears.
“Oh, Ellie, come here,” Ms. Martin said as she stood from her seat on the desk and sat in the chair next to Ellie. “Come here, baby,” she cooed.
Ellie let Ms. Martin take her by the hand and led her to sit on her lap, blinded by the warmth and care in the woman’s voice. She held Ellie gently, stroking her hair and whispering to her as Ellie quietly sobbed. “You’re okay, I’ve got you,” Ms. Martin said. “Let it out, there, there.”
Ellie felt herself melting into Ms. Martin’s embrace. She rested her head on the softness of Ms. Martin’s breasts, closing her eyes as the woman stroked her hair and wiped her tears. Ellie was surprised that she had any tears left after last night and this morning. She considered how similar her current situation was to the way her Dad had comforted her just a few hours prior, but this felt different. Perhaps it was the fact that Ms. Martin was a woman- she felt softer, and offered a piece of mothering comfort that Ellie had been denied most of her life. Maybe it was just that she wasn’t responsible for the bruises under Ellie’s clothes.
“I’m a whore, I couldn’t help it. It’s what I am, and it’s all that I crave. I am good for nothing but use and giving others pleasure,” Ellie sobbed. Everything her Dad had taught her over her months of slave training came spilling out of her mouth as her professor held and comforted her.
“What else, Ellie?” Ms. Martin asked. Ellie was too distracted by her own emotion to realized that Ms. Martin was unbuttoning her white blouse.
“My…my pussy,” Ellie continued. “It’s so needy. You’re right, I always leave marks on the chair. I…I can’t cum, I haven’t cum in months and it’s so much,” she whined.
“Well, whores aren’t always permitted to cum,” Ms. Martin reasoned. Before Ellie could reply, her professor’s nipple was in her mouth.
“There, there, that’s it Ellie. Just suck, you’ll feel better,” her professor said as she wiped the tears off of Ellie’s face. Ellie was too surprised to react. Her reflexes took over, and she began to suck without even realizing. Soon after, a calm washed over her that she hadn’t felt in months.
“It must be hard not to be able to cum,” Ms. Martin said. “Such a needy pussy being denied over and over, it’s no wonder you needed to suck Evan’s cock. I bet it’s so hard being in class, surrounded by so many cocks that need servicing. I bet you felt much better on your knees in that bathroom, gagging on Evan’s cock, didn’t you?”
Ellie nodded, eyes wide at her professor as the reality of her situation washed over her. How did this happen? Was she really suckling her teacher’s breast right now? How could Ms. Martin say things like that to a student?
Ellie stirred, unlatching from her professor’s breast. “I…I need to go, need to stop,” Ellie said absently as she tried to stand.
“No, Ellie, you’re not finished yet,” Ms. Martin said firmly. She guided her nipple back to Ellie’s mouth. Ellie latched on, finding continued comfort in her professor’s breast. She felt the nipple harden in her mouth, and began to lose herself in the repeated sucking motion of her mouth.
“You need this, Ellie, just like you needed Evan’s cock. Whores like you need regular stimulation, and regular use,” she explained. Ellie felt her professor’s hand reach into her pants. She knew she should protest, but couldn’t find the words or the will.
“Ah, chastity,” Ms. Martin observed as her hand cupped Ellie’s locked pussy, “I assumed you were Owned when you mentioned that you couldn’t cum. Are you an Owned whore, Ellie?” Mrs. Martin asked as her fingers played in the wetness around Ellie’s chastity belt.
“Yes, Professor,” Ellie replied, praying she wasn’t asked about her owner.
“Good girl,” Mrs. Martin replied. “Your pussy is soaked, Ellie, and so are your panties. You must really need to cum.”
Ellie moaned into her professor’s nipple in response. The earlier fear that Ellie had experienced had fully dissipated as Ellie suckled. All that was left was the desperate need that she felt this morning- the same need that had her begging for her Dad’s cock.
“Poor thing, such a denied little clit I’m sure,” Mrs. Martin said as she licked Ellie’s juices off of her fingers. “You will have to ask your owner if I can help you with that sometime,” Mrs. Martin said. “Does your owner permit you to be used by others, Ellie?”
It was then that Ellie remembered the task that her father had assigned her before she left the house. She was so drowned in emotion that it hadn’t fully registered at the time, but as she glanced at her backpack on the neighbouring desk her Dad’s words came crashing back to her.
“Y…yes professor, I can pleasure others. That’s all that I am good for,” Ellie said obediently. She continued to suckle as Mrs. Martin considered.
“Good, that’s just what I was hoping for. You see, Ellie, while I did of course come here to check on you at Evan’s request, what I really wanted was to see if your mouth was as skilled as he said. Not that he was bragging, you understand- he would never disrespect you in that way, even now that he knows what a whore you are. He merely remarked that it felt like you had a lot of practice, and was worried that you are often on your knees. Is that the case, Ellie?” Mrs. Martin asked. She began caressing Ellie’s nipples through her thin shirt, causing Ellie to moan before she answered.
“I…I am still learning, Professor,” Ellie admitted.
“Oh, even better. Have you ever pleasured a woman, whore?” Mrs. Martin asked with a pinch of Ellie’s nipple.
“No, Professor, I have only been used by men,” Ellie replied.
“Well, it looks like I will be teaching you about more than just philosophy,” Mrs. Martin said. “On your knees, whore, where you’re meant to be.”
Ellie obeyed before she realized, no doubt a product of her Dad’s obedience training. As she perched on her knees between her professor’s legs, looking up at her exposed breasts (one with Ellie’s spit glistening on it) she realized that Ms. Martin was right- Ellie was exactly where she was meant to be.
