A chill went through her. This was the Master Jimmy Master Bob had talked about. He was going to teach her about ass fucking. He was going to invade her nether place and relentlessly pummel it. He was going to discharge his jism in it. And there was nothing she could do to stop it. No power in the world would prevent it. Only an earthquake or a cyclone which rent the very walls of her prison asunder, allowing her to flee as fast as her feet could carry her, would disrupt this evil man's will for her.

Jimmy examined her coldly. She looked inviting. Her eyes conveyed her fear and her unhappiness which, in turn, stimulated him. His cock began to fill with blood and grow tumescent. He had been thinking of his duty here as a chore, something to be gotten through, but now his interest was piqued. She was a new victim and he sensed that giving her first ass fucking was going to be an exquisite experience.

He took the key to her cage off the wall and approached her. He crouched down and keyed the lock, pulling the long cage door up and folding it onto the top. He leaned in, releasing her feet, and then unbuckled the collar around her neck. He rose and stood back. "Out!" was all he said.

Yolanda reluctantly slid herself out of the cage, holding in the whines of fear and unhappiness which were springing up inside her. Her hands still bound behind her, she rose to attention position facing him. She bit down on her gag and suppressed her tears.

Master Jimmy pointed to the toilet. "You know what to do," he told her gruffly. She kneed herself over and then mounted it. She released her water, keeping her eyes open and pinned to her oppressor. When she was done, she waited for instructions before she knelt back down on the floor, bent over, spread her knees and arched her back. He wiped her roughly, tossed the tissue in the toilet and flushed it. He washed his hands and then leaned over and disconnected her wrists. He headed to the door, clacked it open and stood by it, holding it open. "Come on, dimwit," he told her.

She rose to her hands and knees and crawled past him. Once past the door, she stopped, awaiting further direction. He let the door go. It closed and locked. He went over to a spot in front of the light green easy chairs and turned around. "Come over here," he snapped.

She crept closer to him and then, without being told, rose to an upright kneeling position, as high as she could go, thrusting out her breasts and spreading her knees.

He smiled. "That's very good," he said curtly, "but who told you to get up on your knees?"

A stab of cold shot through her. She had been disobedient again! Why couldn't she learn? Why were they so cruel? She knew she had to answer. "Uh un, ah-er ihhy," she whined from behind her gag.

He laughed. "So, you know my name?" he taunted her.

"Eh, ah-er ihhy," she answered disconsolately.

"Turn around and put your head down," he ordered sharply. "We might as well get this out of the way."

She turned and put her forehead on the rug, her hands behind her back. She raised her rear, arching her back. She trembled and a fierce coldness went through her. He was going to punish her. "Get it out of the way," as if she had put some obstacle between them. She held back her sobs as she heard him go over to the wall with the whips and return. He didn't hesitate, didn't pause, didn't say anything. She heard a 'woosh!' and a line of fire erupted on her rear. She screamed. And then another and then another. She screamed and sobbed and moaned.

Wordlessly, he stepped away again and then came back. Her rear was burning as if a fire had been lit upon it. She trembled with fear. She swore to herself to listen scrupulously to all instructions and obey them literally and to the letter. Master Jimmy let her go on sobbing for a full minute, as if letting his lesson sink in.

"Ok, dimwit, enough with the bawling. Turn around," he told her coldly.

She circled herself around so that her head was towards him, but she kept her forehead to the floor. "That's better," he said. "Now get up and present yourself."

She rose into the position she had previously assumed. She was shaking and had begun to sweat. He crouched down and took hold of her breasts, squeezing and weighing them. He pinched her nipples harshly, pressing, pressing, pressing until she released a whine. He released them and ran a hand down over her sex. He squeezed her love lips together, not harshly, but firmly, and then he ran two thick fingers up and down her gap, stroking, stroking, stroking until he was able to slide them along with ease. She tried to fight off the tingling that his callous efforts were producing, but the sensations flowed across her lower belly and down her thighs, nonetheless.

He rose and told her to put her head down. When her head was supine, he unbuckled her gag and told her to raise her head again. He slid the ball gag from her mouth and tossed it onto one of the chairs. She remembered to put her mouth into a welcoming 'O'. He crouched again and taking her by the chin, moved her face side to side, examining her, assessing her comeliness. He took hold of her auburn hair at the back of her head and pressed his lips upon hers. He slid in his tongue and began to scour the inside of her mouth. He had done it so quickly that it had surprised her, and it took a moment for her to react. He yanked her head back sharply.

"Are you looking for another beating?" he demanded.

She shuddered and her blood ran cold. "N-no, Master Jimmy," she whined.

"Don't you know how to kiss?" he asked her roughly, his scowl becoming more ominous.

"Y-yes, Master Jimmy," she responded with all the firmness she could muster.

He shook her head violently. "Yes, what, dimwit?"

"Yes, I know how to kiss, Master Jimmy," she answered quickly.

"Then are you being disobedient, or are you just stupid?"

"I-I'm stupid, Master Jimmy," she returned desperately.

"That's what I thought. Well, you better get smart right away. Let's try this again."

He pressed his lips against her once more. This time, as soon as his tongue entered, she began to swirl hers around it, dancing with it, sliding along it. Sourness spread through her belly at the man's invasion and at her subservience to him. His tongue was like a slithering snake as it wound its way around hers. She was suppressing her whines of dismay, knowing that their release would provoke more punishment. Despite her revulsion she could feel a warmth spreading over her loins. She cursed herself for it.

When she felt his hand slide across her mons, she shuddered, but did not falter in her duty. The man's fingers slid up and down her crevasse, rising up to tickle her little bud and then descending again. She felt him smear her juices on her button and he rubbed all around it and over it. She tried to deny the heat that was building, but ultimately, she shuddered, and a moan arose in her throat. This seemed to be what he was seeking. He broke their kiss, leaning back, peering into her face. His hand and fingers kept active, rubbing and caressing, stroking, teasing. She could feel her loins swelling. She yearned to pull one of her unbound hands from behind her back and grab the hand, yanking it away, but she knew that that would produce unbearable horror. She stared into his face intently as the tingling and surging down below became stronger and stronger.

Her mouth was in an obedient, little 'O' and when the moan surged up through her throat, it emerged as a long, piteous, "Oooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" He smiled, withdrew his hand and patted her on the cheek. He rose to his full height. His cock was jutting out like a spear. "Okay," he said, "suck my cock."