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And he brought his hand down, swiftly and certainly, directly on
hir cunt. He let his hand slap between hir thighs. Sie began to rock,
gasp, sie didn't know what sie was feeling between hir legs. Sie could
feel a cock being struck back and forth, and yet feel a cunt pulse and
shudder, under the weight of his blows. A scream barely parted hir lips
as sie began to come, seeing the wet surging of hir upon his hand and
arm, feel the piercing certainty of him throughout hir body. Hir vision
became bright and certain: sie could know nothing with him, he was
draining hir of everything.
And, as suddenly as the blows began, they stopped. Hir body laid
still under his hand resting gently on hir cunt, the stinging quickly
ebbing into the glow after hir orgasm. His smile seemed to fill his
face, he stared into hir as if to let all hir tensions pass through hir
eyes.
The young master rose, and the four other masters had come back
into the room. They had warm cloths, scented in jasmine and rose, and
they carefully washed every inch of hir body, gently lifting and
stroking ever inch of hir exhausted body. He flopped backward onto his
chair, as if drained by the totality of hir energy, as if he had spent
himself in taking hir through hir training. The four masters then
carefully bound hir in hir leather casing, taking care to wrap hir very
gently. They lifted hir and passed through the hall into a small lift,
which then rose quietly and slowly to the second floor of the house.
The four then brought hir down a hall into a room. There, they
laid hir down in the bed, and unstrapped hir. Lifting hir gently out of
the harness, they surrounded hir with cushions and pillows, caressing
hir body, and then laying themselves around hir.
The young master walked into the room. "These four are here to
keep certain that you sleep well. If you need anything during the night,
or if you feel any pain from the transformation, they are here to help
you. Don't hesitate to discuss your feelings, or memories, if these
should flood to you and hurt you." He looked at hir body, and the
contented smile on hir face. "I'm sure you won't need them: your
happiness and release is pouring off you."
He leaned down next to hir ears. "Sleep well," he whispered, "and
think about yourself. See yourself as whatever you wish. In the morning
you will be making many choices, and there will be many questions. We
will work hard tomorrow, and then you will be ready for everything we
have to show you."
The door closed, and sie rested.
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