They rolled together, no longer man and woman, but two crazed, lust-filled beasts locked in some primal act of mating. Time melted away, leaving only a sodden puddle in Valerie's brain. This was all she knew of time, this endless beating, endless throbbing, the alternating shocks of pain and pleasure and it was all that she needed to know.

His hand took rhythm from his cock and the two drove deeper and deeper into the bound, gagged creature, almost meeting in her center.

His own lust was intense, boiling. It came coursing through his veins and seemed to burn away everything in its path, so that his whole being was directed towards this, the steaming rush of fluid that would come racing from his aching loins. It was there in an instant, a great, shooting flood, hot and sticky that drenched her already drenched cunt. Her orgasm, unknown to him until that very second, followed his by the merest fraction of a second; as she felt boiling stuff leap forth from him, her own, aching tremors began and she writhed silently, tears streaming from her eyes and soaking the blindfold that covered them.

Rolling off of her, he drifted into sleep for a little while. Valerie too dazed to really sleep, remained motionless, as one in a stupor.

With a start, she realized that he was untying her. Her hands first, then her eyes and finally her mouth. She just looked at him, eyes wide and unblinking.

"Good, good slave! That was very good for a first lesson! Very, very good! You learned quickly!" he said, gathering her naked, torn flesh into his embrace, rubbing her hair as he spoke.

She noticed that he was covered with dirt and sweat and traces of her blood. "Oh Master! You're all dirty! Let me cleanse you Master! Let me clean away all of this nasty, nasty dirt!" she said and began to lick him.