Trained to Obey, Book 2
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Publication Date: 2012-09-15
Number of Pages: 195
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Synopsis from Amazon:
Kirsten is now completely compliant to her owner's will and is sent on her first mission - the recovery of Maria, whose blackmailed sexual slavery still holds her captive.
After rescuing the hapless girl, the training of both women continues while the rebel band seeks to discover the fate of their comrade. Once successful they try to mount a rescue before the officer breaks her will and renders her an obedient servant who is lost to them forever.
A race against time ensues between the forces as the officer uses ever more fiendish and cruel torments and pleasures to render the girl a submissive pet, the expert training making it uncertain whether she will turn on her owner or her friends when they come for her.
and two coiled springs upon it aimed into her abdomen. Atop each of these springs dwelt a sizable phallus, the vibrating length dotted with vindictive studs. Glistening beads of toil-exerted sweat dripped from the girl’s straining features as she tried to fight the multiple attacks, channeling her mind force against a source of pain, only to divert it from holding off another. Her options were limited to only one such alleviation of her suffering, her power insufficient at present to split into
heard Kirsten’s muted croaks of pain prior to releasing the punished points. “Oh, I’m almost there, slave. Just a little longer. Keep that tongue working,” she groaned and Kirsten was chagrin to see the control box in her owner’s hand, her thumb scratching at the translucent tab that would rend her body with the most atrocious distress. “Yes! Oh yes! Slave! That’s it!” She croaked as Kirsten poured the flat of her tongue against the turgid clit of her tyrant, hoping to distract her from her
the leaves and soil parting upon her claws as she made useless attempts to achieve some measure of movement. “What the hell is it?” inquired the woman, standing over her, the hollow interiors of half a dozen muzzles staring at Kirsten with dark eyes. The initial effects of the wounds were fading, her senses washing back in sterner waves and though she was currently crippled with pain, she feigned an inert state while gathering as much effort as she could, forsaking the restoration of her
urine washed under his nose, turning his stomach and numbing his thoughts with repelled shock. “A toast,” she chuckled. “To your obedience.” Gloved fingers pinched his nostrils shut and lifted up, causing his lips to part as the glass rim was delivered towards his mouth. He turned and tried to shake his head away, the oscillating spasms denying her will. A brutal smack fell across his face, stunning him as she ducked in and snatched his genitalia, her fingers rolling as she squeezed and caused
Kirsten arose and yanked her weapons free of the demolished torso before lowering at the feet of her Mistress, pools of sundered gore running from her in thick, congealing trickles as beads of sweat adorned her brow like translucent pearls. “Good slave,” purred Jessica, patting her Hound with genuine fondness as she nuzzled into her side, her eyes closed with adoration as she savored the proximity of the one who owned her. Jessica noticed that the many-armed female rebel still lived and could