For the Love of Licia Pt. 10

"You see, honey," Angique said. "They do deserve to enjoy the sight. You must please them, little slut."

Alicia opened her legs, showing her aroused slit. She looked across her tits, watching the men's eyes widen. Then she brought her hand to her cunt and started circling her clit, while slowly rotating her hips on the shining table. Lying at the men's eye level made her look exposed and extremely vulnerable; her socks and sneakers made her look like a child. Angique kissed her nipples, licking the stiffening flesh.

"Lift your ass a bit, darling, so they may see the black plug that stretches your butt-hole," Angique then said, pinching a nipple. She smiled as the girl obeyed.

"Now I want to see how you make these sweet guys come even without touching them," Angique went on. "Just by touching yourself." She handed her a fat and very pink vibrator, turning it on to produce a soft humming. Alicia looked up at her, smiling as she accepted the little machine. She ran a slow tongue up and down its length, lazily smiling at the men. Then she applied it to her clit. She moaned when the tip touched her. She rubbed it up and down her slit, making it slide easily on the juices that oozed out.

Angique cradled the girl as she hummed a soft song into her ear. She admired the sleek body, amazed by how small it looked -- she was like a naïve child not caring how very open she lay in front of the men. They by now rubbed their swollen cocks through tightening pants. Angique looked up at them and chuckled.

"Why not get more comfortable, gentlemen?" she asked. "The girl won't mind, would you, honey?" Alicia just moaned, sinking deeper into her swamp of sexual arousal. She pushed the pink head into her cunt, starting a slow fucking.

"Look, Alicia," Angique said. "Look what sweet presents the guys unwrap for you." She raised the girl's head, so she might see better. First two, then three erect cocks rose from their confinement. One was pale and pink and long, one thick and very black, and one both long and thick with a deeply purple head. Big hands started jerking the shafts as their owners watched the naked girl plunge the vibrator in and out of her sopping hole. Bubbly foam started squishing around the plastic, adding sloppy sounds to the girl's increased moaning.

Angique's face rose once again from a nipple, leaving a patch of shining saliva.

"I think, honey," she said, "that we should invite the men to deposit their first hasty ejaculate into your mouth, don't you agree?" Alicia was way too deep into her private quagmire to even hear the question, so Angique moved the girl's head up and down in seeming agreement.

"Great," she said. "Glad you agree. Ehm... Mister Blond, I bet you are more than ready to deposit your sweet gift, shaken and stirred?" The first man rose from his chair, never stopping his jacking movements. When he reached Alicia's head, the girl opened wide, like a fledgling bird. Her eyelashes fluttered open as the first hot rope of slime hit her nose, lips and chin, followed by a second and third load that reached her tongue and throat.

"Clean his lovely cock and swallow, darling," Angique instructed, massaging the girl's tits.

The two other men soon followed, spraying their semen in and around her wide-open mouth. Alicia never stopped fucking herself, but she scraped off globs of slime from her face, throat and chest with the fingers of her free hand. Then she hungrily sucked on them, sliding them in and out of her mouth with the rhythm of her fucking. Just watching it dampened Angique's thong.

"My God, how sweet you are," she exclaimed, licking Alicia's face to taste the remnants of he male offerings. As she did so, the girl's body arched and a long, intense orgasm shook her.

"Ah, Mistress," she muttered, her face twisted as tiny squeals left her lips. "Ah, aaah," and her juice gushed over her fingers to drip on the table. Angique held on to her, feeling the tremors run their course. Then she kissed the come-smeared lips, exploring Alicia's mouth with her tongue.

"I love you," she whispered, setting off another bout of shivers.

Allowing the girl to rest, Angique asked the men to undress.

"You will be needed soon," she said. "We just had to get rid of your primal urges, so you may test my little girl longer and more thorough."

She didn't think the men heard much of her explanation, as they were busy tearing the clothes off their well-trained bodies -- anticipating their next treat.

"You look wonderful -- so healthy," Angique said, praising their physique. But her black eyebrows frowned as the blond man proposed to try him herself if she liked what she saw.

"You are not here for me, honey," she said. "You are just a cock to help train my girl. If that is not to your liking, you may leave." The blonde muttered under his breath, but he didn't answer. Angique grinned when she saw the fleeting crimson of his anger. She shrugged and turned her attention to the girl again. To her amazement Alicia's slender hand had started moving the humming vibe over her clit again. When their eyes met, the girl sighed, nudging her head into Angique's soft chest.

"Are you ready, honey?" she asked, feeling Alicia's head move in a nod. "Say it, darling," she insisted. "Tell the gentlemen what we expect from them. Be loud and clear." There was a short silence. The men stopped. She had their attention.

"Uhm -- my Mistress wants me opened up," Alicia said, her voice gaining strength. "I have never had a cock down my throat, up my cunt and into my asshole at the same time. Would you please do that to me, so I can please my Mistress?"

Angique heard the naiveté in her voice, again wondering how much of it could be real. She also saw how Alicia lifted her ass as she put her question to the naked men, inviting them brazenly while the pink vibrator's tip moved up and down her cunt lips.

It was enough to bring new life to the softened cocks. They started dripping with freshly formed precome. Angique kissed the girl in her arms. Then she took the toy away from her and got up out of her chair. She moved Alicia aside and asked the blonde to lie on the table, on his back. Then she asked the girl to lie on top of him, on her back, and spread her legs wide. She walked around, running a hand over Alicia's body. Then she clawed her nails around the black flange of the butt plug, pulling it out and handing it to Alicia.

"Please clean this, honey," she said casually, returning to the gaping little ass hole. Her pale hand was around the swollen cock of the man below, bringing its head up against the hole. She spit a long, dangling thread of saliva on it, rubbing it all over the cock.

"Push, stud," she said to the man, watching the head stretch the sphincter as it slid in. She smiled at the wail of the girl. It went on and on until it rose an octave and broke into a cascade of tiny, breathless squeals.

Angique watched the long cock disappear slowly, fondling the dangling balls.

"Good boy," she muttered and walked back to the other side of the table, where she found Alicia sucking the plug deeply. She took her head in both hands and pulled it back until it hung off the table's edge. The long ponytail touched the floor. She waved the black man to get closer, grabbing his stiff cock and putting it into Alicia's open mouth.

"Fuck her good, " she said. "Do her all the way and don't be gentle." She lingered to watch the black pole sink past the girl's lips, soon to distend her throat. She pinched a nipple as she walked around, waving the third man closer.

"You," she said, grabbing the Mediterranean man's fat, long cock and guiding him to the table. "Climb on it and fuck her cunt."

The olive-skinned man mounted Alicia and slid his cock's purple head past her cunt lips. He soon was balls-deep into her, starting a slow fuck. He and the man below rapidly found a collective rhythm, marked by their grunts and the girl's muffled gurgling.

Angique watched the tiny body of her sweetheart being crunched between the humping bodies of three big men. She walked around to find Alicia's face, impaled by the fat black shaft. Alicia's passive hands were palm-down on the table, but her body started to move with the fucking -- anticipating the hard thrusts, increasing their impact with her forceful humping. Angique tried to look into her eyes, but they were tightly closed. She moved her face closer and started whispering.

"Three big cocks ravaging you, honey," she said. "They're everywhere; in your mouth, your cunt and your ass -- did you ever feel so full? Open up, honey, invite them in -- take them deeper. Open wider; swallow them. This is what you were born to be: three gaping holes to please your Mistress. Holes is all you are, sweet slut, just three wide openings to please -- to always please with your tight throat, your tight cunt, your tight ass-hole." She watched a while in silence, pinching and sucking Alicia's nipples as the fucking gained speed. The whole table started shifting, creaking on its legs. Alicia's muffled moans became a moist gurgling, punctuated by the wet slapping against her ass and the squishing of her cunt juices.

"Sweet darling whore," Angique resumed, torturing the nipples with her fingernails, stroking the sweat soaked skin. "Can't you see the long, long shadow of your next Gate? Soon it will stand over your arching body as you come and come and come again, forever open. Oh, how I envy you, my little slut. How I'd love to share your new feelings, be part of the incredible explosion, be part of you -- be you. Mmmmmmm, God how I'd love to be you!" She wondered if the girl could hear her at all. She squirmed on the table, hammered by the three merciless cocks that opened her up wider with every blow.

Then the black man stopped suddenly, grunting. His cock was all the way down Alicia's throat as it started pulsing, his balls tightening in their scrotum. An overflow of foamy white goo pressed itself out around his shaft, leaking down Alicia's inverted face. His coming must have triggered the girl, as she arched her body off the man she laid on and gurgled her climax into the bubbling semen. Her body shook with spasms until the arch broke and she fell back, only to rise again as a second orgasm hit her. Now it was the blonde who emptied himself inside her bowels, groaning his relief as his fists hammered the tabletop.

Alicia's cries suddenly echoed through the room as the black cock slid out of her mouth, leaving a trail of slime. She bucked through her orgasm, slamming her cunt only harder into the man filling it. "Oh God, Mistress," she cried out. "M-m-mistress, oh fuck, I never... never ever... oh God..." And she came again, only to explode once more when the olive-skinned man reached his climax as well, pumping his sperm into her stretched, sopping cunt.

Angique embraced the trembling girl, finding her sperm-smeared mouth and kissing it hard. She held her all through her final climax and kept holding her long after she rolled off her lover, stretching out her spent, limp body.

"Welcome, " Angique whispered. "Welcome my lovely, lovely fuck toy, my sweet, sweet slave girl. You passed the Second Gate and are now my wide-open, three-holed bitch, ready to please the world for me. Mmmmmmmm, how I love you, sweet little thing. How proud I am to know you're mine."

She never noticed how her tears ran all over the girl's face. But even after the men had dressed again and left the room, she held on to Alicia.

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Chapter Thirty-eight: A blazing gift.

"P-ai-n," Angique said, lazily pronouncing the word. She pressed her lips together to shape the P. Then she parted them like an opening rose, to finally shape the N by touching the back of her teeth with an unseen tongue-tip. "Pain," she repeated and smiled. "Such a common little word and yet, such a complicated concept."

She looked up from the floating jasmine flowers in her tea glass to the naked girl kneeling before her. Alicia sat on her heels, her back straight, her eyes wide open. An emerald in a white gold setting dangled from her nipple. The stone sparkled as she breathed.

"To most people," Angique went on, "pain is something one should avoid -- it is the natural thing to do, they say. We're all taught to protect ourselves from hurt. But by now you and I know better, don't we, lil slut?" The girl just stared; her eventual nod was hardly noticeable. Angique smiled once more.

"You and I know there is pain and then there is pain, don't we?" Another nod hardly caused the black hair to stir on the girl's shoulders, where it lay in thick shining curls.

"Please pinch your free nipple with the edges of your fingernails, honey," Angique suggested. "Tweak it really hard while twisting it sharply." The girl did, closing her eyes and gasping from the sudden rush of pain.

"Harder, honey," Angique said, lifting the tea glass to her lips -- smelling the exotic aroma. "Don't short-change yourself."

The girl moaned loudly now, as she pulled brutally on the stretched flesh, twisting it left and right. A tear sprang from her eyes.

"Tell me how it feels."

"It... It hurts, Mistress..."

"Of course it hurts." Angique moved her face closer. "But is that all?"

"I... I don't..." Alicia's eyes were everywhere.

"Oh, don't give me that! You DO know, lying slut," Angique cut in, smiling widely. She reached for the mangled nipple to tweak it with her own cruel fingernails.

"Your cunt gushes, doesn't it? It is pain, but it sets your clit on fire, doesn't it? Be honest, little hypocrite. You have goose bumps all over your skin and your eyes glaze over. Pain can be many things, honey -- and now it's even pleasure." She let go of the nipple and leaned back, enjoying her tea, and her view.

Alicia sobbed, cradling her abused tit with both hands.

"Licia?" Angique said after leaving the girl alone with her pain and confusion for a few minutes. Alicia looked up, her eyes swimming in a haze of tears.

"Mistress?"

"There will be a lot of pain for you, these coming weeks." Alicia just watched, her lips trembling. Angique went on.

"You may not want to live through that, and that is all right with me. I'll always love you and I'll never force you. But you have to know that you can't stay with me if you won't learn to suffer through this and find pleasure in it. Offering me your pain is our only road through the third gate, the Gate of Pain -- our only way to stay together."

"But, Mistress... ," Alicia said, sounding lost. "You know that I have accepted a lot of pain and punishment already. You have whipped and flogged me, clamped my nipples and clit, fucked my poor ass until it bled... and I took it all." Angique watched her in silence.

"I really did," the girl whispered. "A lot." Angique smiled, reaching out to caress her face, but suddenly slapping it hard. Alicia yelped. Her mouth and eyes opened in wide surprise; her fingers rose to touch the abused spot. Angique's smile never left her face. She reached out, cupping the girl's hand over the sore cheek.

"I know, honey," she said. "And I appreciate what you did. But it isn't what I meant, not at all. You accepted the pain; you didn't protest -- you stayed and took it, but you didn't embrace it; you don't look out for it. You endured it because you thought it would please me. But it takes more to really please me, darling. Do you understand?" Another silence proved Alicia had no idea. Tears trickled down her face.

"You see," Angique explained, removing some of the tears with her thumb. "After passing through the next Gate things will be different between us. Up until now, when I flogged you and bruised your skin, I didn't care what you felt. It was punishment, a way of correcting your mistakes -- of getting you back on track. I was disciplining you and I also used it to vent my own frustrations. You see?" She waited for Alicia to nod; then she went on, getting even closer to the girl.

"Alicia, what I offer you now is pain as an extra gate to pleasure -- and not just my pleasure. It is a gift to you that will enable you to give me back even more." Angique rubbed the mangled nipple, making the girl shiver.

"Would that appeal to you, honey?" Angique asked in a soft voice, now tracing the angry pink blotch on her cheek with a fingernail. "I mean, do you care at all to give something back to me?" Alicia's lips started trembling.

"Your words hurt me, Mistress," she said. "You know I give back all the time. I may fail you often, but I try to always please you. I really do!" Angique smiled, now touching the girl's lips.

"Of course you do and of course I know," she said. "And it pleases me. You make me very happy." They both smiled now. Angique's fingers returned to the throbbing nipple.

"But you see," she went on, still smiling, "this is different, let me explain. The same nerve endings that give you ecstasy through fondling and sucking are able to give you even bigger climaxes by way of pain." As she uttered the last word, she once more pinched the sore nipple. Her eyes never left the girl's.

"Many a Master and Mistress I know wouldn't bother to consider this," she went on. "They are in it for the quick kill. Hurting their slaves is a one-way, selfish thing. They just see it as another way to feed their egos, a power trip they thrive on." Angique paused to let her words sink in, knowing the whole idea must be alien to the girl. She let go of the abused nipple, now cupping the girl's face with both hands. One palm registered the heat of the slapped flesh; both were slick with Alicia's tears.

"I am not like them," Angique went on. Their eyes were locked now, excluding the world. "Because I love you," she whispered. "I want to give you the chance to become the best slave girl ever. You see, the more pleasure you derive from pain, the more pain you can endure. So when the pain I'll inflict on you will increase over the days to come, it isn't meant to just hurt you -- it is meant to increase your pleasure and mine. In the end even the mere anticipation of pain will make you orgasm and beg for more. For that is what you want, isn't it? You want to come, don't you, little slut? You need to come hard and often -- it is what keeps the doubts and confusions out; the nightmares and the demons... Soon it'll be what you live for. Controlling that is what I live for."

Alicia didn't respond, but the white showed around her irises -- was it fear, panic? Angique got even closer and pressed her mouth on the girl's. They kissed, opening their weak lips to receive each other's tongue. When they parted, they were both breathless.

"Now rise, honey," Angique said, regaining her breath. "Rise and walk over to the leather club chair. Fold yourself over its back."

Alicia didn't rise; she just stayed on her knees, her chest heaving. After a minute of pregnant silence Angique repeated her request, keeping her voice flat and neutral.

The girl rose to her feet, still hesitating. Then she turned and walked to the chair. She stood for a second, her hands caressing the leather. Then she bent at her waist until her hair pooled in the seat. Her feet rose to tiptoes. She smelled the leather -- it soothed her agitated mind, allowing memories to rush in. She'd been here before.

Angique caressed the high ass, circling the telltale black plug at its center. She pulled it out, making the girl sigh. Then she dropped the black thing in the chair, telling Alicia 'to take care of it.' She smiled when she heard the wet suckling noises. Her hands started caressing the ass cheeks. She pecked them with small kisses.

"Honey," she said. "Spread your legs a bit wider, so there will be room for my tongue."

Within minutes Alicia was on the brink of orgasm, but Angique stopped abruptly. She then slid two fingers into the girl's cunt, wetting them on her copious juices before plunging them into her still open ass hole. A moan rose up from the well of the chair. Once again Angique took her to just below the crest of her climax, fucking her ass while teasing her clit.