Training

Draco\'s eyes wandered over the perfect body before him and lapped up her sensuality with all the lust his seventeen-year-old-male hormones could muster. He approached her like a mortal approaching a goddess, unbelieving in his incredible luck, still unsure how Fortune could be so kind. He was almost afraid to touch her, afraid she might disappear if he tried to verify this too-good-to-be-true apparition.

But he wasn\'t that afraid. Smirking slightly, he circled her, like a hyena circling its prey. She glared at him; she\'d hated him in school, and she hated him now. He pinched her nipple, twisted it, grinning. She made no sound. He took up a box of clothespins and began to clip them in a circle around her breast. She still made no sound. He very soon covered both breasts with the pins, then grew bored and vanished them all away.

He was a little timid, to tell the truth, but he would never have let her see this hesitancy, and because he felt like he had to prove that he was \"man enough\" to dominate her, he used his wand to force her onto her hands and knees, bound with a kind of steel-frame that locked her in place. He then decided that nipple-clamps weren\'t such a bad idea after all and attached little weighted ones to her breasts. After inserting a plug in her ass, he fucked her until he came. She gave no sign of even so much as nearing a climax. In fact, she gave very little response at all.

He moved himself in front of her and ordered her to suck. She complied, with a kind of perfunctory submission. She knew she had to do it, but she wasn\'t about to put any effort or enjoyment into it. He noticed this and commanded her to suck harder. Faster. Deeper. She did, but she still wasn’t giving it any gusto. Draco was beginning to get fed up.

She was just about to try and speed up the process by giving him what he wanted when she suddenly felt something magnificently enormous enter her vagina. She knew almost instantly that it had to be her master, and she let out a welcoming moan of pleasure.

\"Were you a good girl while Master was away?\" Lucius asked mockingly while he thrust into her.

She responded by abruptly giving Draco a few seconds of very arousing tongue movement – enough to make him come. He groaned with pleasure, and she drank like a good girl, spilling nothing on the floor.

\"Leave us now,\" Lucius told his son, who grudgingly donned his clothes and departed.

After Lucius had come, he removed the plug and took her back upstairs, where he let her wash while he went off to get something. When he returned, he was carrying what looked like a frothy glass of milk. He told Scarlett to sit on the bed, then he took a seat next to her, put a hand behind her head, and raised the glass to her lips.

\"Drink,\" he commanded.

She opened her mouth, and he tilted her head back slightly, then began to pour the liquid between her lips. She swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, taking short breaks when he allowed it. The substance tasted creamy, almost sweet, but it also had a kind of earthy flavor that she couldn\'t place. She drank it all, though, and when she had finished, he wiped a little dribble from her mouth and kissed her goodnight.

The next morning, Scarlett woke to find her breasts extremely swollen. She touched them gingerly, and a little trickle of white beaded at her nipples. It was then that Lucius entered.

\"Ah-ah, no touching,\" he said paternalistically.

He quickly tied her hands to the bedposts and delicately licked her sore, swollen nipples. After a few minutes, he went into his room and returned with a contraption that Scarlett hand never seen. Two tubes with little cups on the end connected to a black box, which began to make a kind of whirring noise once Lucius set it on the bed and turned it on. He took up one of the tubes and ever so carefully brought it to her nipple; the cup fit just right over it, and when the tube came close enough, Scarlett realized that it was acting much like a vacuum. Her nipple was sucked into the tube until it had entered far enough to create an airtight seal, at which point the machine began to suck what was inside her breasts – namely, milk. Lucius then quickly attached the other tube to her other nipple and began to oversee the suction.

\"Relax… relax…\" he told her, squeezing her left breast a bit.

She watched in a kind of horrified fascination as white liquid emerged from her nipples. It was a rather painful process – the suction was incredibly powerful.

\"You sure are getting a lot out…\" she began.

He responded by jiggling the tube on her left nipple, which was producing a bit more slowly than her right. She tried to relax, but her nerves were dancing with such anticipation that she couldn\'t quite settle down. As the stream of milk began to lessen, she shifted a bit uncomfortably, as it was starting to hurt more.

\"Don\'t you think that\'s enough?\" she asked tentatively.

He glanced up at her with his stone gray eyes and continued to coax out the liquid. Eventually, the steady flow became drips, and finally it desisted altogether. He kept the suction on a few minutes after she was dry, just to make sure there was absolutely none left, then he switched off the machine and removed the tubes. From the box, he took out a cup of frothy milk much like that she had drunk last night. After sitting her upright with her hands bound behind her back, he instructed her to drink it once again.

When she had finished the glass, he fucked her, then left for work.