Don't Leave So Soon Pt. 06

"I thought I told you to relax and breathe? There you go, tensing up and panicking again."

Brent sounded frustrated judging by the tone of his voice. If he sighed or grunted, Christina could not hear it over her own gags and slobbering sounds. The man was no longer testing her gag reflexes. He was bucking his hips, jamming his cock to the depths of her throat to fuck her face. She kept her eyes shut as she felt his hairless, heavy ball sack hitting her chin with each full thrust. She felt his bulbous cockhead plunge the depths of her throat then pull back to sit on the soft wetness of her tongue.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-GWAK-KAH!"

The slobbering and sucking noises became louder with each passing second. Christina no longer cared about Brent watching or anything else. She balled her hands into fists, rattling the chains of her cuffs as she tried to maintain herself. Brent had given her clear instructions, but Christina did not react to his words as if it was background noise. The man slowed down to bury the head of his cock to the back of her throat. He grinded his crotch into her as his cock was buried in the depths of her throat. Excess drool trickled from both corners of her mouth. Christina could not so much as squirm around thanks to her collar being locked into the wooden post. Her eyes watered up again with tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, down both sides of her nose.

"Look at me, bitch! Look at me!"

Her eyes opened wide at the sound of the man's voice. Her vision was a blur as the tears streamed down her face. The man began to thrust into her mouth again at a slow pace. Over and over he slowly fed Christina nearly nine thick inches of cock until her nose pushed into his pelvis. Christina finally took Brent's advice and began to breathe out of nose. Her breath blew from her nostrils into his skin.

"KAH-KAH-GWAH-GWAK!"

Strings of drool broke from the corners of her lips, falling down to her big tits below. It was driving her mad that she could not touch her boobs, yet feel her warm saliva falling on them. Christina exhaled deep breaths, finally maintaining herself as he continued to fuck her mouth in this slow pace. She opened her eyes wide, unable to wipe the tears to clean her vision. Christina made her best effort to give eye contact to the man as he continued to thrust inch after inch of his mighty cock into her mouth. Her lips squeezed around it hard, slightly muting the sucking noises until he came to a complete stop. When he did not pull his cock from her lips, Christina knew what to expect. The time had come for a third round of testing her gag reflexes. She closed her eyes in anticipation of the moment his cock slammed to the back of her throat. The man flexed his cock a sher throat muscles massaged his cock with her gags.

Like the other times, she gagged and choked. Christina tried to relax, exhaling deep breaths from her nose as he kept her there in the position. The tears reflected shiny spots on her face, illuminated from the light above. A chuckle was heard from Brent's voice, but Christina did not open her eyes. Even if she wanted to look in his direction, her blurry vision would prevent her from seeing that smug grin on his face. Since the tattooed man did not pull his cock from her lips yet, Christina tried to suck as hard as she could. Her efforts managed to make him groan in his deep voice. He finally began to slowly extract his cock from her lips, pulling it out with his fingers wrapped around the base. Her eyes opened widely and she immediately gasped for breath as her saliva overflowed from her lower lip and fell to her tits below.

"Oh my god..."

The only words she could muster between swallowing her breath. Christina was completely out of breath, desperately trying to catch herself. Her voice was barely audible, almost a complete whisper. Strings of saliva dangled from her lower lip and chin before breaking off. She wanted to wipe her eyes so badly, still unable to properly see. Her massive tits coated in saliva gleamed from the fluorescent lights.

"You tried. I give you that."

Hearing Brent's voice made her look up to see her true master now standing before her. She recognized the body before her lacking of any tattoo designs. The entire time she was getting face-fucked, Brent had removed his robe and started jerking himself to this wonderful exhibition. Christina did not have to be told to open her mouth by Brent. She waited for his cock, knowing that he would pick up where the other guy left off. Brent wasted no time pushing the head of his thick shaft into her mouth and feeling her lips tighten around it. Christina had merely seconds to brace herself as Brent wasted no time bucking his hips to drive his cock between her lips.

"You see Christina. The key to becoming better at something is through practice and repetition. No one is a born winner."

His hands gripped the side of her head as he began to thrust his cock deeper in her mouth. Christina would have gasped if her mouth was not stuffed with his cock. She kept her eyes open, trying her hardest to look up at him as his cock pushed to the back of her throat with each full thrust. It took merely seconds for her slobbering and sucking noises to echo loudly in the room.

"GWAK-GWAK-KAH-KAH-GWAK-GWAK-GWAH!"

Mercy was not something to expect from Brent. Christina knew he was going to give her mouth an equal fucking as the other man, if not harder. She closed her eyes upon feeling the head of his cock slam to the back of her throat, over and over. His hairy balls rubbed against her chin, smacking loudly with each full thrust.

"Suck that fucking cock, you whore! Show me what your mouth was made for!"

He grunted and groaned, still bucking his hips to pump his cock back and forth down her throat.He gazed down at her beautiful features as he pummeled her throat. Christina closed her eyes and curled her fingers into fists once again. The chain attached to her wrist cuffs rattled and shook from the intensity of Brent's thrusts. He did not take his time like the other man. Christina had never been skullfucked before, until now. Never had she been treated in such a primal manner. Her eyes watered up again as bubbles of drool developed around the base of Brent's cock from each full thrust. When he came to a halt, his cock was shoved all the way down her throat. He held his position, groaning at the feeling of his entire length shoved into her mouth. Christina's red lips were buried in his ball hair completely devouring his massive cock. Brent could feel the collars pull around his cock in her throat. Every little gag and sputter massaged his thick tool divinely.

"Fuck yeah..."

The other man stepped closer, his right hand gripped his cock tightly as he was jerking it back and forth. If only her eyes were open, she would have time to prepare for two loads to her face. Or maybe not. Christina was in deep concentration, giving her best efforts to suck Brent's shaft. She did her best to stimulate him with her tongue as she tried to control her worn down gag reflex. When he was ready to finally explode, Brent snatched his cock from her mouth by the base. Christina's eyes flew open as she gasped in an attempt to catch her breath. She could hear Brent and the other man's voice groaning and moaning, but no words were spoken. Each cock was aimed directly at her face, leaving her with the choice to close her eyes or bravely keep them open in anticipation for the sticky mess that awaited her. It was only two loads, she thought to herself. By this point, Christina had been drenched in much more cum than that recently.

She kept her eyes open, blinking when she felt the strings and wads splattering onto her forehead and cheeks. Brent groaned while the other man made slight grunting sounds in his low voice. She kept her eyes opening with a flinch, proving that she was not scared to get her face wet and sticky. Out of breath and exhausted, Christina kept her mouth open in hopes of catching some jets of their seed. The majority of both loads went on her forehead, right cheek and with strands in her hair. What did not decorate her face fell to her great big tits below already drenched in her spit. It was so funny that during all this time she had been denied touching her tits. The mere thought of stuffing one of those thick cocks between her boobs would have been a sensual reward for her pleasure. Brent had neglected her of using her tits in such a way that Christina truly felt the next time she was able to give a tittyfuck, it would indeed be a reward.

"Eyes up here, whore."

Brent called out to her, wanting her to look up at him one last time. The blurriness of her vision had cleared up, but Christina was seeing doubles now. She knew Brent only wanted her to see that smug grin across his face. It was the look of a winner. He was so proud to have her as his slave in training. Maybe he was proud of her efforts too.

"Did I do okay?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, slow to reply. The other man turned his back and stepped away, revealing his back to be covered in tattoos to match his front. Christina kept her focus on Brent, watching as he slowly nodded his head before replying.

"You tried, but you still have much to learn."

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3 DAYS LATER

Sunlight remained absent through the passing days as Christina's training began. She never did learn the name of the tattooed man who she had serviced as part of the first day training. It did not matter, as Brent told her she would be serving only the biggest cocks that were measured on record among the blue-robed masters. He did not mention the color of their robes, but Christina figured it out based on the few she had seen dressed in blue. Brent kept her locked in the cell, isolated from any other slave girls or masters. If she were to share a room with someone else, it would only be possible with his permission and guidance by the chain. At the start of each day, Christina wondered where he would take her for the next tests in her training. Brent teased her by having Christina open her mouth wide to see if she truly had a sore throat.

She gestured that her throat may be sore, but in a playful manner, just to be a smartass towards him. After the first day, Christina spent time with Brent in an exercise area. It wasn't the most glamorous workout situation she'd ever seen but fitting for an underground sex dungeon she thought. She had her choice of running on a treadmill or working out on a stationary exercise bike. Three hours were spent in this room, complete with blue exercise mats and other equipment. Small weights were lined up on a rack across the room. Brent chose to lift weights while she rode the bicycle naked. Christina tried to joke with him but the man never dropped his guard. He was reveling in this new position as her master and made a point to remind Christina of it every chance he had. Her eyes noticed a strange marking that had been painted over the concrete floor. The blue mats covered the art, but not enough for her to see fragments of it. It was a circle painted white with what seemed to be points in the corners to make a pentagram. As Brent went through his sets he stared down Christina's naked body as she rode the bike. Her pale skin littered with beads of sweat. He got hard as he pondered the trials that awaited her shortly.

The next day, she was able to see a clear pentagram as another piece of art on a wall. Brent escorted her across multiple corridors and into a large room that contained small cells with barred doors. At long last, Christina saw the other slave girls who were also serving in the dungeon with her. Whether these other girls were in training or not was a question best left unanswered. All of them wore a white robe and a metal collar around their necks, just like her. That was until the robe fell to the floor, and they were positioned on their knees. Four women were locked in cells, with the middle room empty and waiting for Christina. Brent fastened metal wrist cuffs to lock Christina's hands to a chain that dangled from the ceiling. The cuffs and chain locking her in this position with her arms stretched up were the least of her concerns. Brent saved the best surprise for last when he revealed to Christina that a small black vibrator would be shoved into her juicy cunt.

Her first thought was that if she could keep the toy for herself. This was the first thing to feel inside of her since being collared. Christina moaned when he revealed a remote in his hand that powered the vibrator from a distance. It was black, matching the toy itself, with three buttons. What she did not know was that the other slaves also had the same vibrator pushed inside them. The one remote powered all five devices in unison. A fact Christina learned when he held it up and pressed a button to increase the speed of the vibrators. What followed was a chorus of moans from all the chained girls in their cells. Her own voice led the others in a serenade when he pressed a button to increase the pressure. Christina closed her eyes in frustration that she was unable to touch her body. The vibrator was in the right place it needed to be. Where Christina preferred to have her hands was on her tits. The other women screamed, begging for him to unlock their cells and fuck them.

"Please, Master, please fuck me. It's been over a week since I've had your cock stretching my pussy. I want to be fucked like a whore... one of your loyal whores."

After one girl begged, the others joined in. Their voices were an array of desperate pleas. They begged in pleasure even as the vibrator speed was reduced.

"I'm so horny, I need something to suck. Please master, let me suck on your cock. You have no idea how badly I need it. I need your hot cum all over my face."

"I want my ass fucked! Please, please, please, Master! It's not fair that I have to wait like this to feel you pounding me in the ass."

Sighs and groans were heard among the other women. Their cries were so specific, leaving Christina to consider joining in to complain about the fact her tits had not been fucked in several days. She could not even touch them due to the handcuffs.

"Let me suck on some fucking cock! If not yours, then someone else's. Let me suck on something!"

The anger in that voice speaking would irritate Brent, Christina thought to herself. All he did was shake his head, grinning and laughing at the girl's frustrations. He had his girls right where he wanted them. Locked up, chained, and unable to touch themselves while their eyes were focused on him. Within a few minutes, he brought a sixth woman into the room. Another slave girl, judging by the white robe she wore and the chain attached to her collar. She was slim, with long brunette hair and impressive natural breasts. The first thing Christina noticed about this slave, apart from her obedience, was a different collar around her neck. Green sparkling jewels and a gold ring were housed in the stainless steel container. She smiled at Brent before turning her attention to the other girls and giggling. Perhaps she had seen the frustrated expressions on their faces.

Christina knew at that moment that she envied this other girl. No cuffs covered her wrists when she was escorted into the room. A chain was connected to her collar and used like a leash. The different collar was enough to tell Christina that this girl had been down in the dungeon far longer than her. She must have been a higher-level slave who had completed her training. The other girls moaned, with one voice echoing loudly in a cry as she seemed to realize what was about to occur. The girl kissed Brent passionately before disrobing him and falling to her knees. Christina gritted her teeth and watched as the girl fell to her knees without being ordered in his stern voice. She kept her eyes focused on Brent, whispering dirty words to him that could not be heard over the chorus of moans and cries from the locked girls. Christina was not bothered by the sight of another slave pleasuring her master until his cock was plucked from those pink lips.

When the girl placed his shaft between her tits, Christina sighed in frustration. Brent turned to look at her, grinning smugly as the girl proceeded to tittyfuck him. Brent laughed loudly. He knew this sight alone was enough to torture Christina mentally. She did not have to tell him, for he had seen enough evidence to know how greatly she valued using her tits as weapons of pleasure. Now she was chained and locked up, watching another woman give him that pleasure. This girl's boobs were nowhere near the size of Christina's bust. If it were her in the position, she had no doubt that she would be working that cock up and down with such ease. Closing her eyes, she could not bear watching. Brent managed to open her eyes when he clicked a button on his remote, raising the pressure of her vibrator that moved at a faster speed. The other girls began gasping and moaning uncontrollably. One girl could not handle her emotions as she began to yell at him.

"Oh, my god! Ohhhh, god! I think I'm gonna cum, master! Master, please! Pleaseeeeee unlock this door and unchain me! Please, FUCK ME!!I NEED YOUR BIG FUCKING COCK AND I NEED IT NOW!!"

So far, Christina had managed to hold herself back from screaming any words of filth. She was tempted to demand that he fuck her tits, like the other slaves had spoken similar requests. Knowing Brent, she did not expect him to unlock the door to any of their cells any time soon. He had chained them in each cell for a reason. The other girls were his audience, watching him fuck this higher-ranked slave. After the tittyfucking ended, the girl assumed a position on all fours, facing the cells. Christina gazed into those dark, brown eyes before the girl grinned smugly at her. Since Brent did not bother unhooking the chain from the metal ring of her collar, the shiny links dangled to the floor. They began to shake and rattle in a clanking noise when he got behind the girl and began to thrust his cock into her tight pussy.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh yes! Fuck me while these other whores watch!"

Before the other five women in the room could react, Brent pressed a button on his remote to raise the power of their vibrators. Christina squirmed in her chains as she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. The other women screamed and snarled at the sound of this lucky slave getting fucked. Her breasts bounced, shaking in a rhythm with the chain dangling from her collar. With her eyes closed, Christina felt the vibrator slow back down. She zoned out from listening to the other girls scream and cuss at him. It seemed to her that Brent was enjoying the way they became angry and screamed at him. The girl in action had enough nerve to smile as she gazed forward. That look on her face was met with vulgar words screamed at her by the other girls. Christina tried her best to block it all out and not pay attention to what words they yelled.

Taking deep breaths, she opened her eyes, and tried to glance down to see the vibrator. Her view was blocked by her giant breasts. She desperately glanced up at her hands, studying the shiny silver links of the chain that hung from the ceiling. The vibrator was on the lowest setting now, leaving Christina to concentrate all her strength in not reaching an orgasm. She did not know what her master expected, but she wanted to surprise Brent. One of the other girls had surely reached her climax by now. Would he be impressed if Christina could withstand the intensity of the vibrator? For all she knew, he was likely speculating that she would reach her climax in the following minutes. Brent kept the slave occupied with down on all fours after he made her cum. She panted and moaned while taking deep breaths, never once bending her thin arms to maintain the position.