A Servant Eternal

The first thing Sunna felt when waking up the next morning was the soreness in her throat. She slowly opened her eyes. Memories from the previous night were flooding back to her. Even though her body was aching all around, she felt a sense of gratitude and contentment. Last thing she could remember about last night was staring at her new Master while he cleaned his cock with her hair. She remember how good it felt that she managed to satisfy him. She remembered how hard she had to fight to achieve that. And then everything went black. She must've passed out.

Sunna felt she was still naked, but her hands, feet and throat were bound. It was pitch black all around her and figured Andarun must've blinded her. Despite her restraints she felt secure in full knowledge that her Master was in control over her and took care of her. She awaited patiently. Sunna was taught throughout her life to never move or talk without permission of her Master. And so she didn't.

Her new Master.. When the servant girl first laid eyes upon him back in the Fighting Arena he frightened her. It was clearly the largest man she had ever seen. He appeared at least twice her height and triple her weight. For a moment she thought about how easily he controlled her last night. How strong his grip felt around her throat. How large his cock was. Some excitement mixed with nervousness flashed through her.

What felt like hours Sunna laid perfectly still. Her body was aching to move around, however she remained where she was. Sometimes she could hear muffled noises in the distance and hoped her Master would return, but he never did.

Then all of a sudden she heard clear footsteps approaching. A door opened and was closed shut. The footsteps continued walking through the room. Sunna awaited patiently. She felt excitement surging through her body anxiously waiting to receive some form of an order. The sound of steps stopped right before her.

Fingers started caressing her throat back and forth gently. A hand brushed through her hair a couple of times, petting her softly.

'You served me well last night.'

'Thank you, Master.' Her voice sounded raspy. She could barely talk with that soreness she felt in her throat.

Andarun started to free her from her restraints. 'I will need you to go and clean yourself and wash the cum out of your hair. I want you looking perfect for tonight when we will continue where we ended things yesterday. I will not hold back this time.' She felt a hand softly gripping her throat. 'It will take a lot more to finish me off again. But you will. Make sure you will. Whatever it takes.'

His grip tightened. 'Do you understand?'

'I understand, my Master.' What does he mean he will not hold back this time?, she thought nervously. She could barely keep up yesterday. She felt fearful, yet committed.

'Whatever it takes, my Master.'

'Good girl.' Andarun kissed her whilst tightening his grip on her throat further. 'I can't wait to be inside your tight, little throat again.'

He lifted something from her eyes and she could see. Andarun pointed her towards the bathroom, where a bathtub was prepared for her.

'I have errands to run. Make sure you look perfect for when I return.' He left the room.

Sunna got up arduously. Her body felt stiff and every step hurt. She looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had bruises around her throat and her breasts. She turned around and saw some light bruising on her ass cheek as well. Her once so vibrant, silk hair was knotted badly and tied up in one big mess. She let her hair loose and climbed in the bathtub. Every product a girl could need was provided to her so she figured another woman must live or has lived here. Sunna felt a small hint of jealousy thinking about that.

She washed herself thoroughly in the warm water with all kinds of exotic soaps. Her hair got brushed out thoroughly and cleaned with care. She remembered how much it exhilarated him when he smelled her hair and was determined to make it as soft, clean and well-scented as possible. Looking perfect, that was her order, so that had become her goal.

After the bath, Sunna found some make up to cover her bruises with. It definitely looked better, but it still hurt. Her hair smelled amazing. Hopefully he would love it, she thought.

Some clothes were left for her. A thin, lightweight dress. The fabric felt like warm water as it touched her fingers. She put it on and started to untangle and brush her hair patiently awaiting her Master's return.

Sunna felt nervous, yet excited. It dawned on her that it would not be easy to satisfy him tonight. He already showed incredible stamina last night. It took everything she had for her to finish him. She looked at the table in the middle of the room and a memory shot through her mind of her laying there. Her face pressed against his stomach with her entire throat full of cock. Her head held completely restrained by his strong hands with no way out. Sunna shivered. Was it fear or excitement? Perhaps both.

As soon as she was able to dry her hair she put it in a nice looking braid. Hopefully he would enjoy this hairstyle, she thought. And so she waited.

It took several hours before Andarun returned well past the setting of the sun. He walked in looking frustrated and angry.

Sunna watched him nervously, hoping she looked perfect for him.

'I don't remember I told you to wear clothes.' He said stern.

This shocked her. 'I'm sorry, my great Master. Would you prefer that I take them off?'

'At once. Looks like you need to go back in your restraints.'

Andarun walked over, ripped the dress apart and lifted her up with no effort whatsoever. He carried her over to the table, laid her flat on her stomach and started to tie her up.

Her arms were stretched out behind her and restrained tightly. Her legs were stretched outwards and tied up on either side. Suddenly she felt a painful tug on her head as Andarun grabbed her long braid pulling her head backwards as far as possible. Sunna squealed a short shriek in pain.

'Oh, I do like this.' Andarun said whilst attaching the end of her braid to a rope that he connected to the ropes that bound her feet.

Andarun put a blindfold back over her eyes and Sunna could feel something being stuffed in her mouth.

Andarun took a few steps back and admired her.

'Try your best to escape.' He ordered.

Sunna obeyed and she started wriggling and moving about, but she was bound tight. This is it, she thought. In a few moments he will start again. I must endure, whatever it takes.

Andarun sat down, took his cock out and started pleasuring himself whilst looking at his slave squirming trying to break free. He loved how helpless she looked. He loved the feeling of absolute control he had over her.

'I might keep you in these restraints forever.' He said laughing. 'You look prettier in them.' Sunna let out a muffled sound.

Suddenly she felt a blazing hot sensation across her ass. He struck her. Hard. She let out a loud cry and felt tears welling up in her eyes. Then he struck the other side. He continued on like this for a while, then took her ass and spread it apart. He spit on her asshole and pussy and struck it after. Sunna squirmed. 'I'll come back here later.'

Sunna could feel a hand softly caressing the top her head. He took out her gag.

'I want you to beg for my cock. Beg to have my cock in your throat.'

'Please, Master. Please fuck my throat with your cock, my Master. I need your cock in my mouth, Master.'

With both hands he firmly gripped her neck and throat and squeezed hard. Turns out he was serious, thought Sunna. He was going soft on me yesterday. She could see the veins in his arms bulging by the pressure he put on her. She was instantly without breath.

'You will make sure I can fuck that tiny, little throat of yours without interruption, do you understand?'

With tears falling down her reddened cheek she responded; 'Yes, Master.'

'Open wide, stick your tongue out and look at me'. She obeyed.

He admired her for a second. It still amazed him how perfect she looked. Those big, blue eyes staring into his. Her fit body constricted within his control. What an exceptional specimen. Made solely for him to use as he pleased. She was his to dominate.

He grabbed her braid at the nape of her neck firmly and slowly moved his cock deep within her warm, wet mouth. It moved inwards for a good few seconds, pressed it down her throat and her face disappeared against his body.

Andarun let out a light moan. 'That's right, you little slut. Now I keep my cock here as long as I fucking want.' Sunna made some muffled choking noises.

'Oh, would you like some air?' He said mockingly. He moved her head from side to side with her braid as though she was shaking no.

'No? All right then.'

Then he started thrusting back and forth whilst staying deep within her throat. Both of his hands holding on to her long, tied up golden braid. He looked down to her eyes that were still fixed upon his face. The bright blue was now contrasted with red and he saw a slight sliver of worry in them. This only made him harder and took it up a notch.

His cock was pressed in her throat with his balls pressed against her chin and he kept her there. 'Hold it just like that. Just like that.' He looked over at her back and saw her tied hands squirming around as if saying she couldn't go any longer. He heard her making some inaudible sounds and smirked.

He took out his cock and she gasped for air loudly looking up at Andarun with teary filled eyes. He struck her and spit on her, smearing it out across her face.

Sunna used this time to gather as much air as she could. She felt a slight smile forming across her face. It felt so good to be able to pleasure him. She felt grateful that he allowed her some air. Andarun must have felt the same, because he started to kiss her. Holding on to the nape of her braid and with the other hand her chin squeezed tight they kissed passionately.

When he stopped Sunna looked up at him again with those beautiful eyes. 'Please, I need your cock in my throat again, Master. Don't let me wait.'

Andarun looked surprised, yet pleased. He smirked and gave her what she asked. He slid his cock back in the depths of her mouth and fucked her face rhythmically.

Sunna found a good comfortable rhythm to breathe and was able to let Andarun do his thing. She felt like she was able to keep this up for a while. Her comfort was short founded as Andarun suddenly squeezed her nose tight. Sunna eye's widened in shock as Andarun pressed his cock deeper inside.

'Seems like you're getting better at this. Let's see how far you can take it.'

Andarun took turns holding his cock as long as possible down her throat, let her breath for a second and right back in. This continued for a while. Every time he saw that Sunna started fighting back, her hands and feet squirming and her eyes screaming for air, that's when he gave it a final push and let her out for a second.

She gasped as much air in as he physically could and right after he would continue pounding her mouth.

'You're a good little whore. I'll reward you with some rest.'

Andarun took out his cock, gagged her again and walked behind her. He spread her ass cheeks wide and saw her pussy was soaking wet. He slid his cock in smoothly, releasing a slight moan at the sensation he felt. With both hands he grabbed her long braid and started to pound away. With every thrust he pulled her hair hard yanking her head back and forth. Sunna cried muffled screams as she got torn apart from behind.

The fucking took so long Sunna drifted in some kind of ecstasy filled high. She lost sense of time and couldn't distinguish pain from pleasure anymore. She tensed her entire body and for a while she didn't make a sound. Holding her breath she anticipated her coming orgasm. Andarun noticed and increased his thrusting speed.

With a loud scream Sunna came and after, her whole body trembled, her muscles relaxed and Andarun slowed down.

He started to untie her binds as Sunna savored in the moment with her eyes closed breathing loudly. When he released her hair she instantly let her head fall down, devoid of any energy left to hold it up herself.

Andarun picked her up and brought her to the sofa. He sat down and placed her before him on her knees. Her arms were still tightly bound behind her back.

She looked weary and drowsy. Andarun looked possessed and determined.

He coiled the long braid around her neck choking her and grabbed the hair at her scalp. She opened her mouth.

'You will swallow every last fucking drop. Beg me for it. I want to hear you beg for it.'

'Please, feed me, Master.' She begged him. 'Please feed me your cum.'

And like that he shoved her face unto his cock and jerked himself off furiously using her head. Increasing his speed as much as he could he lost himself in a feeling of pure bliss.

He stood up straight and fucked her mouth as fast as he could. Sunna's face turned dark red again. Everything went so fast and Andarun was so rough she didn't have time to process what was happening to her. She had no air left in her lungs, but she didn't try to breath either. She just accepted whatever Andarun was giving her. The last thing she remembered was thinking about how nicely she done her hair for him. She looked pretty. Now Sunna looked like a complete mess covered in saliva, tears, snot and soon cum with her beautiful, golden hair wrapped tightly around her throat.

And then everything went dark.

Andarun shot his load deep inside her pressing her face against his stomach. For at least a minute long he pulsated large amounts of cum through her throat. It streamed down her esophagus, came out her nose and bursted through the sides of her mouth. Once again Andarun took her hair and used it to wipe his cock clean and afterwards wiped her face off.

When she woke up she found herself in a cage. She was still naked and felt cold. Her messy, cum-stained braid was coiled around the upper bars of the cage. Her neck was incredibly stiff and painful. She had abrasions on her body where the ropes had been. Her scalp was sore from her hair being pulled and her pussy was still tingling.

She saw a bowl of food and a note beside her.

'As much as you drank yesterday I feel like only some food would suffice. You deserve it, Sunna. That being said. It's time to stop going so easy on you. I will see you tonight, my servant.'

With a smile she closed her eyes again and drifted back asleep.

She did it. She served her Master.