Wicked
Wanderer
Chapter Eight
by Sharon Green
Copyright 2003 by ABCD Webmasters, and Sharon Green
Chayara lay with her eyes closed, still held by the remnants of the Dream. The experience had been almost unbelievable, combining as it did extreme discomfort, the pain of punishment, and desire. The discomfort and pain had faded away to nothing but a memory, but the desire was still with her at least as strongly as in the Dream. She wanted Mr. Harden - Rego - even more now, and since there no longer seemed to be something keeping him away from her there should be no reason she couldn't have him. "That was … different," Chayara finally managed to say as she opened her eyes to see Rego where he stood, and then she smiled and put her arms up to him. "Why don't you come closer and I'll show you how I feel about it." "Now that your training has started, it doesn't matter how you feel about things," Rego said, his expression almost grim as he made no effort to accept her suggestion. "Stand up and get out of your clothes." Chayara tried not to hesitate before doing as he'd said, but she'd learned there was a big difference between being naked with a man and being naked in front of him while he was still dressed. But then it occurred to her that seeing her naked might encourage Rego to do the same himself, so she got up from the bed and kicked her shoes off while opening her shirt, and once she'd dropped the shirt and removed her bra she quickly got rid of her pants. "Good," Rego said in much too clinical a way once she stood naked in front of him. "Now show me how you've learned to walk." It took a moment for Chayara to bring back memory of the way Nikki had moved, but then she had it. She used Nikki's gliding stroll to take her a few feet beyond Rego, turned, then strolled back to him. "How was that?" she asked, letting her right hand touch him intimately in the same way Nikki had touched Mr. Harden. "Did I do it right?" "Not quite," Rego answered dryly, taking her wrist and moving her hand away from him. "All I told you to do was walk, so I'm going to take that touch you gave me as a mistake. And if you'll remember, I told you that mistakes would be punished." And with that he put his hand to the place between her thighs, touching her as intimately as she'd touched him. Chayara gasped and immediately stepped back from the touch that made her feel even worse than she'd been feeling, and Rego's expression turned harder just as quickly. "Are you refusing punishment?" he asked, making no effort to come after her. "If you are, then the training is over." "No, I'm sorry, I acted without thinking," Chayara said at once. She didn't want to be touched like that, not when she had no idea when she'd be given relief, but she also knew she had to have whatever training Rego could give her. "Then come back here," Rego said, not the least sign of compassion in those gray eyes. "Moving away was a second mistake, so your punishment will have to be doubled." Chayara moaned on the inside before moving back to where she'd been, but as soon as Rego's hand returned to its former place between her thighs she had to fight to keep from moaning on the outside. Rather than give her pain he stroked her gently and teasingly, and although she squirmed where she stood she had to accept without protest everything she was being given. After no more than a minute she was desperate to either move away again or throw herself on the man, but she wasn't allowed to do either thing. "One of the first rules you want to learn is that as a slut your desires and feelings mean nothing," Rego murmured as he continued to stroke her female softness. "The major aim of your life is to attract a man to your bed, so you have to be willing to do anything to achieve that aim. It's the man's desires and feelings you have to concern yourself with, always putting them ahead of your own." When Rego stopped touching her, Chayara nodded unsteadily to show she'd heard what he'd said. Speaking was beyond her at the moment, but she learned that gasping wasn't also excluded. When his hand returned to the same place between her thighs she couldn't hold back the gasp, but all Rego did was smile. "That was just the first punishment, and now you get the second," he said, his fingers nearly making her gurgle and choke. "As we continue on, mistakes will be punished more and more harshly. You'd be wise to bear that fact firmly in mind." Chayara nodded even more spasmodically while she felt as though she were about to melt into a pool of liquid. Her nipples were so tight and hard that the feeling was almost painful, but then she suddenly realized that this particular punishment was about to solve her most urgent problem. Her breathing had increased to panting and a moan did manage to escape her, and she was just on the edge of sliding down that most wonderful of hills when Rego took his hand away for the second time. All Chayara wanted to do was scream and demand that he not stop now, but somehow she kept the words and reaction on the inside along with the urge toward pitiful tears. He'd told her very clearly that her desires and feelings meant nothing, only his, and if she wanted the training she needed so desperately she had to do everything possible to go along with that rule. "Now I want you to practice that walk," Rego said, the words somehow making their way through the … cloud of need surrounding Chayara. "Walk all around the cabin, and keep walking until I tell you to stop." Chayara nodded again and turned away from him, needing to concentrate to remember how that walk was supposed to be done. Once she had the memory again Chayara began to do as she'd been told, walking to the cabin wall and then turning to walk back. When she turned she saw that Rego had moved to the bed and had stretched himself out on his side as he watched her, those gray eyes apparently paying the closest attention to every move she made. She would have given anything if she could have joined him on the bed, but she wasn't given permission to do that so she had no choice but to continue walking. And continue walking, and continue walking. The time dragged on longer and longer as Chayara covered just about every inch of the cabin in her meandering path, and still Rego said nothing about stopping. If those gray eyes hadn't been watching her every move Chayara would have been tempted to think that Rego had fallen asleep, but being stared at like that made the idea impossible. So Chayara just had to keep going, horribly aware of the way she was being looked at with nothing besides looking happening. Was he trying to make her drop from exhaustion…? "All right, that's enough," Rego said suddenly, the words Chayara had been living for. "I expected you to make the usual amateur's mistake and stop moving properly when you got tired, but you haven't done that. Now we can … move on to something else." Now that she knew the reason behind the very long hike she'd been forced to take, Chayara was tempted to tell Rego that he'd behaved foolishly. If there was one thing her previous training had taught her, it was to continue an effort just the way it was started. If you went from clear thinking to sloppy thinking during a project you failed, and Chayara had never liked the idea of failing. Now that she had failed at something she liked the idea even less… "It's time that you showed me how well you can dance," Rego said from where he lay, startling Chayara. "The dance should be even more of an invitation than your walk was, an invitation to me to do as I like with you. Go ahead and start." "But … I've never danced before, not in any way," Chayara protested from where she'd been stopped, about four feet away from the bed. "I have no idea how you're supposed to do something like that." "You're supposed to move your body slowly and suggestively," Rego said after a brief hesitation, apparently knowing that Chayara wasn't refusing, only asking for instruction. "You sway a little, moving your feet a small amount… Wait a moment, and I'll find some music for you to dance to." Rego left the bed to walk to one of the drawers holding his personal possessions, then he went back to lie down again. He now held a palm player, a two inch square that usually contained various music selections, and after a moment of studying the projected list of songs he chose one. The music was an instrumental, something slow and almost dreamy that Chayara didn't recognize, which probably meant it was new rather than a classic. And there was a tone of sorts to the music, one that seemed to call to her to move in a certain way… But Chayara didn't know what that certain way was supposed to be, so she found herself shifting from foot to foot as if the floor were too hot to stand on. She couldn't quite believe that the movement was sensual and inviting, and after a minute Rego showed that he agreed with her. "You're not doing it right, which tells me you need more than music for encouragement," Rego said after turning off the song. "Let's see if we can find you that encouragement." After putting the palm player aside, Rego left the bed again and walked over to a shelf that contained a closed white box. Chayara had seen the box while walking around the cabin and had wondered what might be in it, but even before Rego opened the box Chayara realized that she wasn't curious after all. She suddenly had the definite feeling that she'd be much happier if she never found out about the contents of the white box, but obviously that decision wasn't shared by Rego. "This should help you to figure out the proper movements," Rego said as he reclosed the box before turning away from it with something in his hand. "Come with me and we'll get it into position." Into position? Chayara's thoughts asked the question, but her mouth knew better than to do the same. Asking would probably make whatever was done to her much worse, so she kept silent as she followed Rego closer to the bed. "This will be something of an extension of the first rule I taught you," Rego said as he turned to look at her. "You're required to accept whatever is done to you, without protest and without trying to escape or make it stop. Do you understand that clearly and thoroughly?" Chayara nodded nervously, knowing better than to trust her voice. Whatever he had in mind, it was perfectly clear that she would not enjoy the effort… "Good," he said, now sitting down on the end of the bed. "Put yourself face down across my lap." That wasn't anything like what Chayara wanted to do, but she really had no choice at all. Stretching out over Rego's legs reminded her much too strongly of the time he'd spanked her, but spanking wasn't what he had in mind this time. She heard a sound like a wrapper being opened, and then she had to fight to keep from jumping up off Rego's lap. "That's right, tensing your muscles makes it much worse for you," Rego soothed while Chayara gasped at what had been put into her bottom. "I couldn't find the kind of equipment you saw in that Dream, but this suppository serves the same purpose as warm water. The cork will make sure you don't have an unpleasant accident, and now you can stand up again." Chayara tried to move very slowly in getting off Rego's lap, but even so the thing put into her made her want to whimper. The suppository wasn't beginning to work on her yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time. Even so, the insertion along with the cork holding it in her made her arousal incredibly worse. "Now let's see if your dancing has improved," Rego said, picking up the palm player he'd earlier put down. "Don't try to hold back on the movement your body wants to make, just match it to the beat of the music." The movement her body wanted to make… Chayara wanted to jump up and down squeaking, but that wasn't what Rego wanted and it was his wants that counted. The music started over, and Chayara had the idea that she might ease the feel of the insertion by moving her body some so she tried it. She ended up moving all of her body, from her shoulders to her knees, trying to make the suppository stop driving her crazy, but nothing worked. And then Chayara realized that her previous thought was wrong. It was the suppository that was starting to work… "Yes, that's definitely better," Rego said from where he lay stretched out again, his gray eyes moving over every inch of her body. "You're showing me how much in need you are, but you aren't yet offering that need to me. But be subtle in offering yourself, otherwise you might turn me off." Chayara didn't really know what Rego meant, but his addendum told her that holding her hands out to him would probably be the wrong thing to do. She was squirming and all but hopping where she stood, writhing around standing up instead of lying down, and if that didn't tell him what she wanted him to know she had no idea what would. Then she found herself leaning toward him just a little, her chest stuck out to better display her rock-hard nipples, but that caused him to turn the music off again. "Sticking your tits in my face isn't my idea of being subtle," Rego said, heavy disapproval in his voice. "You've just earned another punishment, and not the same as the last one. Find something suitable for me to use, and then ask me to spank you with it." Chayara was appalled, but she still had no choice but to do as she'd been told. She looked around the cabin and what it held, trying to find something that wouldn't make the time too awful, but her luck had obviously deserted her completely. Everything she saw looked terribly hard, all but the leather belt that lay coiled on a shelf as if waiting to be used. None of it would be easy to take, but the belt seemed a bit easier than the various kinds of wooden things like hairbrushes and rulers and paddles… "This," Chayara muttered, going to the belt and snatching it up before going back to Rego. Desperation was beginning to get a really good hold on her now, but she couldn't let it make her make another mistake. "I'd … like you to spank me with this." "And so I will," Rego answered after sitting up, then he took the belt from her trembling hands and gestured to his lap. "I think you know the proper position required of you." Chayara put herself across his knees again, fighting the very strong reluctance she felt. She couldn't seem to stop herself from squirming and twisting, and he hadn't even started the punishment yet. She expected the man to hold her down the way he had the first time, but instead she felt the first stinging smack of the belt across her bottom. When the second stroke came Chayara finally understood that Rego wasn't going to hold her down. She was being told she had to lie here and take the spanking on her own, without any kind of help from him! Except for the way he was applying that belt to her bottom. Chayara gurgled and kicked as she held to Rego's pants leg with desperate fists, the sting from the belt hitting her bottom growing slowly more painful. But that wasn't all the belt was doing, not when it made her tense her inner muscles against each stroke. She now needed relief in much more than a single way, and it quickly became impossible to decide which need was worse. And then the spanking came to an abrupt end. It hadn't gone on for long, not nearly as long as what Nikki had been given in the Dream, but that wasn't to say Chayara's bottom didn't ache. The stinging ache was definitely there, but not nearly strong enough to distract her from urges that were growing more and more … urgent - "Oh, no!" Chayara exclaimed as she jumped, the touch of Rego's hand to her intimate parts causing both words and action. No, please don't, not again! she wanted to add in a wail, but locking her jaw closed forced the words to stay inside her. Rego was stroking her gently again, causing her to writhe and squirm even harder, and that, in turn, was making the insertion and cork much worse. "Oh, yes," Rego said with a chuckle, thrusting his finger inside her only far enough to drive her mad. "Do you disagree with me?" "N-no, of course n-not," Chayara stuttered, her eyes closed tight against what was being done to her. "I'm yours t-to do with as you please, I know, b-but I was … startled." "Letting your startlement make you say the wrong thing is a mistake," Rego murmured as he continued to explore her with his finger. "Under other circumstances I would correct the mistake immediately, but right now I have something else to occupy my thoughts. Stand up." It took a moment for Chayara to unlock her fists from the man's pants leg, but she finally managed it and stood. This time standing up was worse than the last because Rego hadn't taken his hand away from where he touched her. His finger remained inside her, and all she wanted to do was impale herself on it - right after taking that cork out and getting rid of the suppository… "Let's see how this works," Rego said, standing up after finally removing his finger. He also took Chayara by the arm to lead her toward the side of the cabin, which meant Chayara didn't know what he was referring to. When he hit the switch that let them walk into his office, Chayara was appalled again. Please don't take me in there, Chayara wanted to beg as Rego made sure she didn't hang back. This isn't like being in your cabin because someone could come in here at any time! But she didn't say the words, mostly because they would have done no good, and Rego did indeed take her into the office. A few feet away from the open doorway was a small table that stood in front of Rego's desk, a table that held nothing at the moment. "This is where a tray is sometimes put to help cure my hunger," Rego said as he pulled her around with the table behind her. "Right now I have hunger of a different kind, but the table still might do the same job. Lock your hands behind my neck and don't let go." When Rego bent a little, Chayara clasped her hands together behind his neck. She was beginning to get an idea about what he meant to do, so she was able to keep from saying "Oh, no!" aloud again when he lifted her and sat her on the table. But that didn't mean she refrained from wailing in the privacy of her own mind when her bottom touched the wood of the table. The spanking she'd gotten with that belt made sitting painful, but the presence of that cork and that insertion made it all a good deal worse. And then Rego's pants were down and he was preparing to enter her. Chayara mewled at the touch of his rod to her privates, the mewling cut off a moment later when Rego's hand at the back of her head forced her to kiss him. She didn't mind kissing him, she wanted to kiss him, but then he entered her fully and all she wanted to do was howl! The insertion and cork made him feel twice the size he really was, and then he began to stroke her deep. Chayara kicked and writhed and choked and struggled, but the kiss kept her from saying anything at all. It wasn't long before all speech was beyond her, along with rational thought and voluntary movement. The experience was unbelievable to her shocked mind, but it had to be believed because it couldn't be escaped. And then she didn't want to escape, not when she'd never felt anything like what she was now being given. Chayara tried to lose herself to relief, but that other need was too strong and quickly growing stronger. The insertion distracted her and kept her from enjoying herself with complete abandon, and then she suddenly realized that Rego was done and in the midst of withdrawing. "I needed that," he said with a chuckle, gently pulling her hands away from the back of his neck so that he might stand straight and fix his pants. "But you didn't get as much out of it as I did, did you?" "N-no," Chayara admitted, wishing desperately that she might get off the table. But he hadn't told her she could get off, so she had to sit with her palms flat to the wood, trying to lift her bottom clear of contact. "And that, of course, doesn't matter," Rego said while closing his pants, then he leaned down to brush her lips with his. "If you didn't enjoy yourself as much as I did, it doesn't matter in the least because you don't matter… Did I say you could lean on your hands instead of sitting flat?" "Y-you didn't say I couldn't," Chayara forced herself to point out even as she raised her hands again. She was dying to get off that table and into the bathroom, but she knew she wasn't permitted to say so. "That's very true," Rego allowed with a faint smile. "And now that you know I don't want you to use your hands, you've stopped doing it. That shows what a good girl you are, but I'm afraid the effort won't save you from being punished. I was going to let you use the head once I was through with you, but now you'll just have to wait." Chayara closed her eyes and ground her teeth together to keep from asking how long she would have to wait. That wooden table was hard against her tender bottom, and the cork made sitting even worse than the spanking did. All Chayara wanted to do was whimper from the need to relieve herself, but even that might get her punishment increased. For that reason she sat silent and squirming, but couldn't hold back a gasp when Rego's hand came to touch her again. "That's right, keep the kicking to a minimum," Rego said while Chayara choked trying not to gurgle out her distress. "Just standing around waiting gets boring, so I'm simply amusing myself until your punishment is over. You don't mind, I hope?" Chayara wouldn't have said anything even if speaking hadn't been completely beyond her. What she did and didn't mind was beside the point, a truth Rego was teaching her very, very well. It felt like an hour before Rego's hand left Chayara and the man told her she could go and use the "head." She slid off the table as fast as she could, hobbled to the door leading to his cabin, then half galloped to the bathroom. Chayara could barely walk, but she somehow made it to the commode and down on the seat, then reached back to remove the cork. As soon as the horrible thing was out of her a torrent followed, and that torrent went on for a while. Sitting on the commode seat was as painful as sitting on the table had been, but Chayara lacked the strength to crouch above the seat. When she finally came out of the bathroom, Chayara found that Rego was waiting for her. He lay naked on the bed rather than clothed, and seeing that his arousal had returned added fuel to the fire that hadn't been allowed to go out completely. "I think it's time you learned how to serve the man you need in another way," Rego said when he saw her, making no effort to sit up. "Come over here and I'll tell you what to do." A large part of Chayara wanted nothing more than to collapse to the bed and rest if not sleep, but rather than say so she crossed the cabin to the bed and climbed onto it in accordance with Rego's gesture. The man's directions, she was told, when properly applied, would bring interest to the man Chayara needed, so she set about learning the new technique. When, a few minutes later, Rego gasped and pulled her away from his increased "interest," Chayara thought that the lesson was over. Instead she was thrown to her back and then Rego was inside her, easing her body as he eased his own. The time was incredibly pleasurable but also incredibly intense, and when it was finally over Chayara was asleep before she knew it.
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