The Vassal Academy Ch. 23

Standing again after giving it a good swing, which had her squirming under his hand. He positioned his cock at her sex, and quickly replaced his finger.

Geneva cried out. "Fuck your..." She climaxed as the swinging weight took her over the edge. The size, power, and stimulation of the sex was too much. She started to climax almost continuously. One after the other threatened to drown her. Her vision grew dark at the edges, she tried to breath but the pummeling her pussy was getting meant she was unable to draw a deep breath. Another Climax followed the jerking weight on her clit, she was starting to hurt, the orgasms were too much. The weight was too much, his size was too much. Her vision was a tunnel now, her mind numbing, and a rushing sound in her ears was all she could hear. The colors of the room changed, the walls, which were a polite and casual eggshell mutated in her reduced vision, and became florescent white, brilliant, bright. Blinding even as she tried to focus. Another climax, and then another drove even more energy from her. She gripped the far side of the desk, unable to think, her clit's stimulation pushing her from herself. She rode the waves of the last orgasm, and then she wasn't climaxing anymore.

She went limp as her brain turned off, unable to process the stimulation any more. Andre was close, and pumped faster, harder, noticing that she wasn't growling, groaning, moaning, or panting. She was breathing fast, but that's all.

Geneva became aware of herself moments before Andre came inside her. She felt him shooting his load, and she was awestruck. She had literally passed out from pleasure. She understood what had happened. Her brain simply overloaded, and like a circuit breaker, it had disconnected for a while, a few seconds probably, until it could return to processing information, stimulation, sex.

Andre grunted as he came, his climax a big one, powerful and draining. His legs almost wouldn't support him as he emptied himself into Geneva's sex. He lowered himself, almost collapsing across her back as his cock finished pumping his semen into her. He lay across her, squashing her to the desk, gathering himself.

Geneva felt the comfortable weight, and she could feel his cock shrinking inside her. She hadn't been this happy in years. As Master Andre rested, she let her mind wander, going where it would. She remembered dating in the Army. Always looking for a guy who would do it to her right. Hard, fast, no mercy. Who would humiliate and degrade her. Treat her like a slave. None really had. The hard and fast ones were also assholes who thought that being in charge was telling her to get them a beer. She would get bored with them in days or a couple weeks. Finally moving on to something or someone else. Usually, she would find her release in her fantasies, and her masturbation kit was always handy in those days.

She felt a sense of fulfillment here at the Academy that she'd never known in her life. A sense of belonging. They were family, and they loved her. No dominant would ever say those words. Never admitting it, because it wasn't done. They showed their love other ways. By paying attention to the slaves, they showed they loved the slaves. By training the slaves, they showed they had high hopes and high expectations for the slaves. When Geneva had been hurt, and Mistress Rebecca, who was perhaps the strictest, and most cruel of all the Masters, in a good way of course, had gently taken Geneva to her own bed, and lay with her, comforting her, helping her endure the pain, and the emotional turmoil. She had even spoken gently, telling Geneva how much they appreciated and cared for her. Apologizing for not seeing the threat, and for her getting injured.

Andre stirred behind her, his cock fell free from her pussy and she turned quickly as soon as he was standing, to clean his beautiful cock. She looked up at him with worship in her eyes, love in her heart, and hoped to communicate how much she loved to serve him, the house, everyone here. There was a time when she'd have done anything to find someone to degrade and humiliate her by forcing her to clean a cock after fucking. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine this activity, this degrading activity, could be done with love, with reverence even. Only here, in the whole experience of Geneva's life, of listening, of talking, of dreaming, could she find her home.

Geneva also made a decision this night. She forgot her safe word. She'd have resisted saying no matter what. Now, she would have to struggle to remember it. It was her word, her escape. But who in their right mind would want to escape from Bliss? If there was a heaven on earth, this was it for Geneva. If she died serving this house, these Master's, then she hoped those who taught them and had passed on, waited for her on the other side.

Andre caressed her cheek as she suckled on him. He saw her working him a bit more than pure cleaning demanded, and understood. She was telling him that she would take anything he wanted. If he wanted to fuck her all night long, she would do it, she would serve him. Andre relaxed, and then felt himself start to stir again. Geneva hummed happily and tried to smile around his lengthening and thickening cock.

Andre smiled too. Geneva was making a damn fine slave. He pulled her up and walked them to his bed. Laying down, he had her get on top, and told her to ride his cock like the little slut she was.

Geneva ground down, her weight bouncing, her tits jiggling. Her cunt full of a cock, and she obeyed the Master. She loved the master, and understood he, all of them, loved her too. Tonight she was getting the fucking she'd always desired, always needed as she explored her fantasies of being a slave.

Later, after the lights had been extinguished, and they had both lain down on the bed. Geneva only shifted once, to cuddle a little closer to Master Andre. Andre noticed, but didn't mind. It showed that the slave loved him. That was what they wanted from the slaves, their loyal, loving, service. If they had that loyalty, that loving attitude, and maintained it, the slaves would serve the house for an eternity without complaint.

Andre drifted off to sleep, Geneva listened to him breath, and relived her day, her night. It had been tough while her nose healed, but it was getting better. It had been a big psychological shift to get dressed and go to town like that, not to a club, but to a Medical Center. She wondered if she could find some sort of choker necklace, perhaps in velvet or some other material, Blue, like her collar. Something she could wear the next time she went to town so she didn't feel as naked as she had for the last couple days. Strange as it may seem, the absence of her collar had been even more disconcerting than the wearing of clothing. She had gotten used to that fairly quickly, merely considering it a disguise or a way to satisfy Master.

Geneva finally stopped reliving the fucking, which was awesome, she'd never passed out from sex before. She'd never been fucked so long, and so hard, and had so many climaxes in a week, much less one night. She went to sleep, a grin that told the whole story plastered on her face, which was exactly what Master Andre had intended.