Our first night on the run really might have been my last good time, forever. During those first seconds in what was to be my home and hell for the ne...t four years, just about the only thing I didn't think was that the very appetites that Margaret had nurtured within me might save my life, that my thorough S&M training would be the key to surviving this inhuman system.In the shadow of the lower bunk, an ominous shape stirred. A low, but still distinctly female voice rumbled across the cramped. "Deeper, Slave. Push it deeper each time," she commanded in a low gaspy voice, then groaned as I complied, pushing forward until my nose and lips were pressing against her very wet pussy.Vanya groaned again with each full thrust and I knew she was forcing herself to hold back the orgasm, making its inevitable excitement build higher and higher and I forced myself to continue moving in my strained position to give her the best thrills that I could.At last she gasped loudly, moaning. "Now, Slave.. I may not be the most feminine of women out there, but I have spentmy lifetime learning to be female. You have had three weeks. If you arewilling to learn, I can teach you how to be more comfortable in your bodyand all the other things that come along with it. In time you will be apro at maintaining that angelic body of yours.I backed off. "Listen Megan, I'm really not interested in going shopping,putting on makeup, wearing high heels and going on dates, I just want tohide out as best as I. ‘No, Sandie,’ he said again, the smile widening. ‘I want to start with you on your back.’ Stunned speechless was becoming the norm. She watched the smile grow, his teeth showing as he reached for her hand. ‘Come here,’ he commanded her, pulling her sharply forward. She tumbled onto him clumsily, and struggled to sit up. He helped her, but would not let her move away. She was acutely aware of his straining cock, of the heat of his body, of the strength of his limbs, of the power of his touch..