The art of the blowjob

Pep sighs heavily, as though teaching a young Scarlett Johansson how to suck his dick is more trouble than its worth. He reaches over to his desk and picks up the thin black rod wrapped in lace he uses to discipline his trainees, as well as a bag of chocolates he uses to reward good behavior. He looks down at her with a scowl and tries to decide what to correct first.

"Sit up straight." *wap*

"Breasts out." *wap*

"Spread your knees." *wap*

"Hand on your pussy." *wap*

Pep states each problem curtly, giving the offending areas a light smack with his switch. Scarlett corrects each problem almost instantly, mostly by flinching into the correct position from the quick stings on the various places of her sensitive naked body. Regardless, her form was already improved significantly within seconds. Pep gives her a warm smile.

"Good girl." He says, pulling his penis out of her mouth to put in a chocolate then putting it back with a condescending head pat. Scarlett was given no chance to chew the tiny bit of chocolate, so she swallows it like a pill around his cock. His face turns into a frown. "Too dry! More tongue! And drool more. Let it fall down your chin."

Scarlett hasn't had anything to drink, well, ever in her life, and this chocolate is her first ever food; other than what she got from the tube in her vat up until now. She was kept well nourished and hydrated, but she has trouble creating enough saliva to fall down her chin as she laps at the head in her mouth. Pep helpfully pushes himself at the entrance of her throat and her needs are quickly solved with a small gag of surprise.

"Good girl! Good girl!" Pepsi croons, pulling his cock out of her mouth and wiping it off on her cheeks this time, while Scarlett Johansson whines pitifully at the cruel treatment. He pushes between her lips once it's has sufficiently dried. "Again!"

He hits the back of her mouth to **** another gag, then dries himself off again several more times, repeating until he's satisfied with the wreck of spit he's made on Scarlett's face. He watches her drool again for a moment, smirking as he admires her rapid improvement, as though she had anything to do with it. He always liked a fresh Scarlett Johansson clone slobbering on his cock, even if they are a dime a dozen.

"Alright! Next lesson. Have you heard of the deep throating?" He takes her head between his hands as he says this, sinking her face down his long pole to demonstrate the concept. Scarlett gags and struggles a bit, but her unused muscles offer little resistance against him, even if she wanted to. She's at least happy to not have to try and move her weak neck back and forth any more.

"Good girl! Good girl!" Pep groans, more excited now as he makes the young Scarlett gag harder and harder. He chuckles a bit at her **** noises. "You know, the collar you were supposed to get has a function you can turn on to remove the gag reflex entirely, if ya want."

*GaaAACCkkkk! Gakkk! Gik! Gak! GA-HAAAaaaaaaakkkk* He pumps deeper and deeper with each thrust, trying to loosen up her tight throat enough to accommodate his girth.

"I like to leave it off anyway though, given the chance." He muses, now trying to cram the last inch or so inside with all his strength. Scarlett pushes back on his legs with all of hers, but she has none to give. "Something about the lack of resistance makes it feel unnatural, ya know?"

Her esophagus finally gives way, slamming her nose into his pelvis as he drives it home with a massive squelch. "Good GIRL!"

Pepsi uses Scarlett Johansson's skull as a sex toy for a few minutes, preparing to give her his favorite type of reward. He's been genetically engineered this cycle to need no recovery time, along with fine control of his erections and orgasms, as well as same massive doses King gave her when she first woke up. Most of the men got them these days, it served as an easy upgrade to the near immortals. Since it wouldn't really interrupt the training much, he decides to give her a treat.

Scarlett's eyes nearly bulge out of her head as the huge cock stuffed down her throat suddenly begins erupting like a firehose with hot, white seed without warning. Her intense gags eject half of the copious liquid from her mouth and down her chin, while the other half is **** directly into her stomach. Pep groans and humps into her for what feels like an eternity as he pours more and more of his medicine into her **** body.

"Very good, Ms. Johansson! There might be hope for you yet!" He says, enjoying the feeling of her tight gagging throat for another few seconds before pulling himself out and drying off on her face again.

His cock remains pointed at her threateningly, as though nothing happened, while she coughs up wads of his cum on to the floor and tries to catch her breath.

"Hmm... what should we teach you next....?"