The Captive's First Lesson

Elena lounged against the velvet chaise in her dimly lit parlor, her sharp eyes fixed on the slender figure huddled by the locked door. The femboy—barely out of his teens, with soft features and wide, bewildered eyes—tugged futilely at the handle. 'You can't keep me here,' he stammered, voice trembling. 'This is kidnapping! I don't even know why I'm in this weird house.'

Elena chuckled, a low, throaty sound that dripped with amusement. 'Kidnapping? Darling, I prefer 'curated acquisition.' And you, sweet thing, are my newest toy. That innocent little head of yours has no clue what 'horny' means, does it? How delicious.' She rose gracefully, her silk robe clinging to her curves, and circled him like a predator. 'You'll learn soon enough. You're stuck here as my sex slave now—no escape, no mercy. I can't wait to watch those pretty eyes fill with tears while I break you in.'

He backed away, cheeks flushing. 'Sex slave? I... I don't get it. What's wrong with you? Let me go!'

'Wrong with me?' Elena's laugh was sharp and witty. 'Nothing a good fuck wouldn't cure, but we're here for you, pet. Look at you, all soft and clueless. My pussy's already wet just thinking about teaching that tight ass of yours what real pleasure feels like. Or should I say, what it feels like when you have no choice but to submit?' She stepped closer, her fingers trailing his arm. 'Tell me, boy—have you ever felt a cock get hard? No? Then let's fix that.'

She pushed him onto the chaise, her strength evident as she pinned his wrists with one hand. He squirmed, but she only smiled wider. 'Struggle all you want; it makes me hornier. Feel that? My fingers on your skin, making you sweat already.' His breath hitched into panting gasps as she freed his cock, stroking it to hardness with expert twists. 'There it is—nice and hard for me. Now, open up for a little blowjob lesson. I want to hear you moan before you cry.'

Elena lowered her head, her tongue flicking teasingly as she took him in, the room filling with wet sounds and his reluctant whimpers. She pulled back, lips glistening with precum. 'Dripping already? Good boy. My pussy's aching to ride this, but first, let's see how much cum you can spill while I make you mine.' She straddled him, guiding his hard cock toward her dripping entrance, her eyes gleaming with anticipation of his inevitable tears and surrender.