A Mouthful.

When I came to I was still in Murder's room, lying on his bed, totally naked. I winced. My asshole hurt, as did the various places I had been pierced beforehand. It seemed I was destined to have things stuck into my body, one way or another.

I felt at my bottom. It appeared to have survived, although there was something sticky seeping down my thighs. I remembered Murder's thing spitting out some kind of liquid into me, and something Nuba hold mentioned to me once came back to me. He'd put his semen into my body! That was what males did!

I was vaguely disgusted.

"So, you're awake."

I rolled over, to the see the captain enter the room from a side door I'd not noticed before, probably a bathroom. He was unashamedly naked, and I must admit I felt a twitch from down below as I took in his form.

His man thing – penis! That was what it was called! - was no longer all pointy and stiff, which meant I was probably safe for another few minutes. It didn't look half as threatening in its current flaccid state, but I knew only too well how circumstances could change.

Murder was grinning. He walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, caressing my body gently. Despite the pounding I'd just received, I shivered, as my treacherous body responded to his touch.

"You are one horny bitch aren't you?" he said, seeing my reaction. "Well, I'm up for another round for sure, with a little help. Here, get off the bed."

Wondering what fresh hell I was in for now, as I allowed him to pull me off the bed. I slid off, ending up on my knees. At first I tried to stand up, but he held my shoulders, keeping me down there. Then I realised what was positioned right in front of me.

"Take it," he said, holding it out.

He could only mean one thing. He wanted me to suck it! I nearly jerked backwards in shock! Surely this wasn't a thing? Yet I had partaken in just such activities at The School, with females, so no doubt it worked with males too, albeit in a slightly different way.

Slightly reluctantly, I took it in my hand, it felt soft and warm to the touch, and closed my lips around it.

Immediately, alarmingly, it began to expand in my mouth.

"Ohh!" Murder panted, as he slowly moved it in and out of my oral cavity.

After a few moments though, he smacked my head, causing me to lose my grip. It flopped out, striking my chin on the way.

"You need to put some work in bitch," he said. "Work it!" So saying, he manoeuvred his penis, which was nearly back to its full size again, back in.

I wasn't really sure what to do, but I assumed he needed movement on my part, so I experimented, moving back and forth, licking it, caressing it with my tongue and fingers both. Murder guided me as I went, correcting what he didn't like, and encouraging me when I hit the spot, so to speak. And it wasn't long before he was thrusting back and forth energetically.

Again, I realised what was going to happen just before it did. He moaned, loudly, and I felt his body tense. Seconds later his penis twitched, and he ejaculated his semen into my mouth, which, as it turned, tasted foul.

I tried to pull back, but he held my head in position, and I was forced to allow him to fill me up with spurt after spurt of the disgusting stuff!

"Don't spit it out!" he ordered, as the flow finally stopped, and he relaxed his grip on my head.

With great effort, I held his goo in my mouth as he pulled out, although some dribbled down my chin.

"Look up, open your mouth, show me," he said.

What sort of pervert was this man? Still, I obeyed, looking up at him and opening my mouth, displaying the load sitting there.

"Excellent. Now, swallow."

"Whha?" I managed to say, without spilling any.

"You heard me slave! Swallow your masters cum!"

So, semen was cum too. I was sure learning a lot today, including how hard it is to swallow stuff that tastes horrible. Even so, I managed, somehow, opening my mouth again at his command to show I had completed the task.

"Excellent. You will learn."

"May I go and clean myself now?" I asked him. I still had his cum dribbling down my legs, as well as dripping off my chin onto my breasts.

"No, you shall not clean it off until you are back in your room. As a reminder of your new status. Do you understand?"

Miserably, I nodded.

"Good. Wait there." He strode over to the door and pressed a button, before wandering back over to a cupboard and picking out a luxurious looking gown, which he wrapped around himself.

A few minutes later, there was a timid knock on the door.

"Enter," he said.

The door opened, and Sth stuck his head around. "Captain?" he asked, taking in the scene.

"Escort her back to her room. She can clean herself when she's back there, not before. I'll be requiring her again... soon." He looked at me with an expression of pure lust.

"Very well captain." Sth slid into the room and, after a moment or two, located my cloak, which he wrapped around me. "Come on sweetie," he said, helping me up.

He guided me barefoot and naked under the cloak back to my room. "I'll be back with some dinner soon," he said. "You take a shower. There's a new towel there for you."

I nodded, shivering, still in shock at what I'd just been through, as he closed the door behind him.

I dropped my cloak, turned on the shower, and cried under the water.

~*~

Sth delivered me dinner some time later, after I was showered and clean, at least on the outside. I didn't think I'd ever truly feel clean again. However, I did feel a little better once I'd shovelled the food into me.

He came back later, to take my plates away, and to drop off a bag with my 'uniform' in for the next session. "Don't put it on until I tell you," he said. "It's not very likely he'll call you in the morning, he's usually busy then. Still, be ready, just in case."

I just nodded at him as he looked at me with pity. "Good night sweetie," he said, and slipped out of the door.

I thought about opening the bag to see what horror awaited me next time, but I was too exhausted and despondent. I needed to escape this place, and soon. If they managed to sell me at some slave market, it could be even worse.

I eventually fell asleep, into nightmares that were only slightly worse than my waking moments had been.