Debbie Part 9

She was thrown onto a carpeted floor and after a while she felt the airplane lifting off. The feeling was new and strange to Debbie as it was the first time she had been an airplane. It didn't occupy her thoughts much, however. Her world was dominated by Master Farrell; what would he do to her? In the short term the answer was simple. Her hood and gag was removed and she brought to kneeling position between Master Farrell's legs. No command was needed as he brought out her member and Debbie eagerly started to suck his cock. Even with all the fear and anxiety about the new and unfamiliar situation she was in, Debbie still loved giving head. She relished in sucking his huge and beautiful cock, deep-throating him repeatedly. The feeling of having no teeth was strange yet exhilarating and added a new dimension to one of her favorite activities. When he came she struggled to swallow the river of cum he shot down her throat, only just managing it without spilling any. After gently cleaning Master Farrell's cock she sat back with her eyes cast down, a dreamy look of satisfaction on her face. Her new master patted her on the head and spoke to her: "You have a gifted mouth and as I remember it an acceptable ass, but your attitude is lax. I will allow nothing but perfection in all areas. You will suffer. It is your destiny to suffer. You were born for it." With these words he re-gagged her and laced the hood on tightly and used his foot to push her over.

The rest of the trip was uneventful and Debbie slept through most of it. She registered being transferred from the plane to a car and from the car inside some building. She had been lying on a cold stone floor for some time when the pointed toe of a boot slammed into her stomach. A woman's voice said: "Wake up slave. It's time to start your training." Then her leather cocoon was removed and she lay on the cold cement floor wearing only her corset. She was in a huge dungeon and she could hear other slaves in some kind of agony from around the cage.