Slave Girls.

part 8.

Once Miss White had left the room, Kristin helped Jenny to her feet and led her into the hallway, walking briskly and pulling Jenny along by her leash. They climbed four sets of stairs in silence before finally coming to a heavy wooden door, which Kristin opened and guided the younger girl through.

Kristin' room was huge, more like a hotel suite than a dorm room. Two walls were occupied by large windows, and through them there was a wonderful view of the campus. A full moon hung in the sky, dusting the room with cool gray light. Kristin dropped the leash and walked over to the far corner. "One of the perks of being president," she said, nodding. "Room with a fireplace."

She began to build a fire as Jenny stood there shivering, partly because it was cold, and partly because of the strange mixture of fear and anticipation she was feeling. Here she was, naked and tied at the mercy of a girl she barely knew. She had no idea what Kristin had in store for her. Images flashed through her head of things she might be forced to do - things that, deep down, she hoped she would be forced to do.

Once the fire was crackling, Kristin walked over and took Jenny in her arms, rubbing her sides to warm her up. Jenny nearly fainted from pleasure at the feeling of Kristin's warm body pressed against hers. She smelled fantastic, and because she was so much taller than Jenny, her breasts were against Jenny's neck.

When she was satisfied that Jenny was warm, Kristin led her over to the bed and had her sit. Then she crouched down in front of the freshman and looked into her lovely eyes, wide with an endearingly innocent confusion. "Jenny, you have no idea how I've looked forward to this moment. Ever since the first moment I laid eyes on you, I've wanted you. I pretended to think about my choice earlier just to be dramatic. I knew all along that it would be you. I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, and the more I get to know you, the more I like you. We're going to have a lot of fun together this year."

She leaned forward and kissed Jenny on the mouth, hard. Unlike with April, Jenny didn't resist. Somehow the fact that she was a slave, that she had no choice, made it OK. Far from resisting, she kissed back eagerly, and before she knew it her tongue and Kristin's were doing a little dance inside their joined mouths. Jenny's nipples tingled and her sex moistened. This was so bad - and so good.

After several long minutes, Kristin broke off the kiss and pushed Jenny onto her back on the bed, her bound hands beneath her. She straddled Jenny and leaned down to push her tongue into one ear, then the other. Jenny squirmed delightfully under her. She licked her way down Jenny's neck, grinning to herself because she could smell the evidence of the younger girl's arousal. Kristin wanted to take this slow, but she was being overcome by lust now. She wrapped her hands around Jenny's breasts and began to eagerly devour them, sucking and then biting down on each nipple in turn.

Jenny gasped. Kristin's warm, wet mouth on her nipple was exquisite in a way that made tears form in her eyes, and when she bit down, the mixture of pain and pleasure made the tears start to flow. Kristin kissed her way down to Jenny's navel, sticking her tongue into it as her hands held Jenny's hips. Then she nuzzled her nose into Jenny's pubic hair, savoring the musky scent that was emanating from underneath. She wanted badly to dive right in, but she decided that Jenny needed to wait a little longer. So she ran her tongue along Jenny's hips and down the outsides of her thighs, and when finally she couldn't stand it a second longer, she put her hands on Jenny's knees and spread her legs as far as they would go.

Jenny closed her eyes and arched her back. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. A voice inside her was telling her that this was terribly, terribly wrong; but it was drowned out by the screaming desire of the animal within her that Kristin had awakened. She knew that what was about to happen was a terrible sin...and she wanted it more than she'd ever wanted anything in her life.

Kristin looked up at Jenny's face. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her mouth in a perfect "O." She ran her finger across the surface of Jenny's slit; it made a sweet little squishing sound. Jenny was incredibly wet; the juice was running down the insides of her thighs, so Kristin leaned over and tasted it. Jenny groaned and went stiff.

Kristin adjusted her position so that she was kneeling on the floor between Jenny's legs, which she pulled up onto her shoulders. She teased the younger girl for as long as she could tolerate by kissing and nibbling her inner thighs before finally opening Jenny with her tongue.

When Jenny yelled "Oh my God!", it was the first time she'd spoken since taking the Oath of Obedience. The world disappeared for her now. Everything was pure white light as Kristin stuck her tongue deeper into Jenny's pussy, then ran it gently across her clitoris. Jenny shook and moaned. Kristin tasted every inch of her, returning now and then to lick, then bite, her engorged clit.

Kristin stretched the process out for as long as she could, and when Jenny finally came - was it five minutes later, or five hours? - it was apocalyptic. She screamed and howled and called for Jesus. But Kristin didn't let up. The best thing about being a girl, she reflected, is multiple orgasms. Using all of her considerable skill, she made Jenny come three more times - each time with more and louder histrionics - before crawling into the bed beside her. She untied Jenny's hands and pulled a sheet up over the two them. Kristin gazed down into the moonlit beauty of the face beside her. Sweet little Jenny, utterly exhausted by the pleasure she'd experienced, was fast asleep.