And why, she wondered, did it feel so... so... strange? Almost good, even though it was so wrong. His fingers dipped into her wetness, and stroked the layers of her “cunny,” and then, unexpectedly, she jumped again, her whole body giving a jolt, as he touched upon something in the center of those folds that shook her like a small ball of lightning.
She exhaled sharply, and he did it again.
His fingers moved all over those secret, untouched places. When he circled her other hole, the one decidedly for her bottom, she gasped again and was shocked that the touch of his fingers was almost... pleasurable.
“When you become a mistress to my associate, Miss Blanchet, you will be expected to offer him the pleasures of your cunny, your bottom, and your mouth, whenever he demands them, for you are a servant to your master in all ways. You will submit to him and allow him to take his pleasure as he requires. He has requested that I give to him a trained girl, one who knows how to submit to him properly and accept his cock inside of her without modesty, with obedience and submission.”
Inside of her?
Cock?
Lina’s mind spun wildly, and although she could not be sure what any of these words meant, she suspected that she knew where this “cock” would be placed: in the very throbbing center of her, those places that cried out for his touch as much as she desired to hide them away.
His fingers were gone, and another whimper gurgled in her throat. His fingers grasped her right wrist next, just as his body brushed against the inside of her thigh. With a gentleness that contrasted with the force with which he was handling her before, he pulled her arm up to her back, and repeated this gesture somberly with her left hand. She knew, when she felt them, that the straps wrapping around her wrists were the same kind that she had seen dangling from the four posters of the bed.
When his fingers released her wrists, they dropped until they pulled against a countervailing force from above, and she realized that her hands were strapped to something hanging above her.
“In time you will learn to restrain yourself if your master requests that you do so. You shall be expected to remain motionless if this is what is asked of you, or to move as is required by your master. But sometimes you shall be tied down so that you understand your master’s power over you, so that you are humbled, and he may do with you as he pleases.”
As he said this, she felt him wrapping thick straps around her ankles, the force of them pulling down and to the sides. In combination with the arms restraints, she was paralyzed, spread apart with her bottom in the air, for Mr. Blackstone to do with as he pleased.
“Sir,” she panted, as the realization that he could do whatever he liked to her spilled over her.
“Miss Blanchet, I believe I mentioned to you that you will not speak unless I request that you do so, did I not?”
She sniffled and pondered whether or not to respond. “Sir, yes,” she said after a pause, “But sir, I m...m...must insist, I am not...this is most improper, I...I...”
Something cold, like polished stone, touched her in the very center of her anus, cutting her off mid-sentence with the shock of it. Her hole squeezed and pulsed as the object, with a sweetly agonizing ache, pushed a little bit inside of her.
“Oh, sir, Mr. Blackstone, sir,” she breathed. “It’s not... it is... most...”
“Miss Blanchet, it is mostimproperto gallivant about with a young man a fortnight before your own wedding. Surely, this is not so very improper as what you have already done.”
Lina opened her mouth wide at that moment to protest most strenuously, for while she was certain it would make very little difference to Mr. Blackstone, she was indignant at the suggestion, yet again, that she had done anything improper at all with Mr. Carrington.
“Si—” she began, but Blackstone was already near her mouth with a leather ball of some sort, and he popped it between her lips, pushing her jaw open, at the moment she chose to speak so brazenly. He tapped it in gently, over her protestations, until her jaw ached, as it was spread open so wide. The ball had straps sewn into it as well, and he tied these around her head so that try as she might to expel the ball, it remained in her mouth, stretching her jaw open a bit uncomfortably, and her words were muffled by it so that she knew they just echoed in her own skull and came to Blackstone as snuffed moans.
And then, the cool, hard object kissing her anus pressed in further, making her howl into her gag. A sharp pain made her yelp. She went stiff and silent, as the cold, long object slowly, slowly, pushed inside of her deeper. Slowly, inch after inch of cool smoothness sinking deep into her body, the cool ivory warmed after a few moments, until the only thing she could feel was the rock-hard fullness of it in her bottom.
Her eyes were wide, and she screamed into the gag, but even more strangely, she found her body craving the object inside of her. She wanted it even deeper, touching even more intimate places. Places inside of her that ached in ways she never could have understood were touched for the first time and awakened, and while the bright red of her cheeks revealed her humiliation, the damnable wetness between her legs served only to tell of the truth within her body.
Mr. Blackstone pushed and pushed, ever-so-slowly pressing the hardness into her deeper. Each inch that filled her made her legs tremble more violently, as the cacophony of sensations crashed together inside of her. The object seemed to get wider, stretching her open, making her eyes water, and then, suddenly, it plunged into her as though sucked inside. A lip seemed to plunge inside of her, and the object was narrow again. It seemed that it was secured inside of her by the lip of the object, which pressed against her anus from within.
It became apparent to her that still protruding from her bottom-hole was some part of the object, perhaps a handle or bauble of some kind. She recognized its presence when Blackstone began to push it, slowly and gently, in small circles, which caused the long piece inside of her to press against her insides in opposite directions, stirring to life an ache like the one in her cunny in... that place.
“I intend to fuck you in your bottom-hole, Miss Blanchet, but first you must learn to accommodate the size of a man’s cock. And learn to crave it, obediently and submissively, so that when your master chooses to pleasure himself in this way, you will open to him and accept his attention willingly.”
Lina could do nothing but breathe heavily from her nostrils, and open her eyes wide, as a moan came from her throat without her being able to contain it.
“You will leave this object inside of your bottom-hole until such time as I remove it. Do you understand, Miss Blanchet? Nod in assent if you do.”
She did understand, and so she nodded.
His fingers went, suddenly and unexpectedly, to her wet cunny, and her eyes went wide as he slipped one inside of her, penetrating yet another intimate and forbidden place. One of his fingers brushed over the nub she had touched in the bath the night before, but as he did so, he pressed against its root from the inside.
Her whole body jerked violently against the restraints.
She heard Blackstone breathe behind her as his fingers played with her for a few moments, making her jerk violently, and then pausing in his attentions as her body shivered and cried out for another stroke from him. The pressure of the ache seemed to build, always rising, never abating, and all she could think of was that she wanted more.
