The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

     “…Master V?” 

“Who else would it be, my little whore?” 

I felt relief wash over me. He was here. He hadn’t abandoned me. It was the first time I’d heard his voice. It was so deep and manly. 

I shivered as his hand moved down my body. His warm hand against my cold body. It came to rest on my breast. I winced as he squeezed my left nipple. 

“You have nice breasts,” Master V said. 

“Thank you… Master V,” I said. 

“And nice lips,” he added. “Let’s see if they’re any good at sucking cock.” 

I opened my mouth expectantly. He shoved his cock inside, ramming it against the back of my throat. His hands grabbed me by the hair. I struggled to breath as he held his cock pressed down my throat, as he choked me. 

Just as I was feeling lightheaded, as I was sure I was going to black out, he released his grip on my hair and withdrew his cock. I was still seated on my naked bottom on the sand, but I fell back as I gasped for air. I took deep heaving breaths, coughing at the same time. 

“Stop,” Master V said. 

I calmed my breathing instantly as I tried to figure out where he was. It was to no avail. The blindfold did its job well. 

“Good girl,” Master V said. 

I felt him again. His hand moved down my chest and past my breasts. They came to rest on my wet cunt. As the next tide came in, the water touched my toes. 

“You’re my good little whore, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, Master V,” I whispered softly.  

“I couldn’t hear you,” his voice came out cold. 

“Yes, Master V,” I said much louder. 

“Your mouth needs training, doesn’t it?” 

“Yes, Master V,” I said quickly. 

“What does it need training in?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his deep voice.

“In sucking cock, Master V,” I said quickly. 

I imagined he smiled. I hoped he did anyway. There was no response from him. Instead, his hand played with my wet cunt, his fingers digging in. I wanted his cock, his large cock in my cunt.

A small gasp escaped my lips as he wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me down. I was still lying on my back, my legs spread apart, tied to the poles, but now my knees were up. 

His cock entered my cunt just was the next tide came in. I felt the cold water completely wash over my feet. Soon, the tide would come up to my cunt. 

It was uncomfortable lying on my back with my hands cuffed behind me on the cold sand. But I quickly forgot about that as Master V’s large cock penetrated deep inside me. I gyrated my hips, trying to match his rhythm. 

My body shuddered with every thrust of his. It felt so good, but I wanted more. I wanted my hands to be free so that I could play with breasts, so that I could squeeze them. 

It seemed like Master V could read minds, for almost immediately, his hands cupped my breasts. He held onto them like handles, then began to fuck me hard and deep. I arched my back and pressed my hips towards him. 

I was on the verge of coming, my mouth open, my thighs tried to close in as I felt it build up inside me. I came with the tide, as the cold water smashed into my dripping cunt. Master V came inside me at the same time. 

His heavy body collapsed on top of me, squeezing my much smaller frame. I don’t know how long we lay on the beach, his cock inside me, his cum dripping out of my cunt, the tide coming up, washing it away. 

Eventually, I felt him rise. I felt his cock pull out of my cunt. I wanted to tell him to stop, that my cunt needed his cock. But he was my master. What I wanted did not matter. 

I felt something wet press against my lips. Obediently, I opened my mouth. It was his cock. I took it in and sucked it clean. 

“Good girl,” he said, as he stroked my hair. “You did good today,” he said, and then he kissed me on the left cheek. 

Though it was freezing cold, I felt warm inside. I’d pleased my master. 

I felt him grab me by the nipples and pull. A small gasp escaped my lips. It hurt, and the small gasp that escaped my lips was involuntary. I felt him twist my nipples, and I winced, biting back any form of dissent.

He brought me to my bottom, and then released my nipples. A moment later, I felt his hands on mine as he uncuffed me. 

“Stay here for another five minutes,” he ordered me. 

My hands were free, and I could have taken my blindfold off. But I knew that wasn’t what he wanted. So I stayed in my exact position, sitting on the sand completely naked, my legs still spread apart and cuffed to the two metal poles, my hands free, but my eyes cuffed. 

I waited what I thought was five minutes. It might have been less. I was fucking freezing, and the tide had come up to my waist now. I pulled the blindfolds off and desperately searched for the keys to free my feet. 

I spotted the keys instantly. Master V had left them on the left metal pole. With some difficulty, I managed to stand on my feet in what was at least seventy-five percent of the split. My legs felt the strain of having being kept spread apart for so long, but I ignored the pain and grabbed the keys. 

Dropping to my bottom, I waited for the tide to recede, then quickly uncuffed both my feet. 

Ah, it felt great to be able to close my legs,