Master:Even more the reason for you to come visit. We can discuss this then. Maybe start searching for new doctors and then I’ll interview them. I’ll book your tickets tomorrow.
Interesting. He’d never let me search for the doctors myself. I tried to figure out what this meant. Either he wanted me to take all responsibility as he’d told me to all my life or he was just giving me the illusion that he would give me more control over the operation to keep me calm. At least he said tickets, so a two-way flight. I sighed Why did I suspect the latter?
I tossed and turned on my bed until dawn before going down to her cell. When the door slid open, I found her sitting on the floor with her back to me. "Little One?" It was strange because we'd already established that she was to meet me on her hands and knees. I gave her time, knowing she wasn't okay today. Eventually, in a very lazy manner she did as expected. I turned on the light. Her face was wet with trails of tears. I sighed because a part of me wanted to hold her but I couldn't. Fuck it.
I sat on the corner of her bed. "Come," I said to her and opened my arms. The shock quickly left her expression then she joined me on the bed. We were two naked adults skin to skin. I held her while her cheek rested on my chest.
Iwassleepingwhenthe door slipped open, still exhausted from sucking Sir’s cock all night. The sound of boots hammered the floor, dragging me out of a deep sleep. When I saw them, my heart raced and my eyes opened wide. There were five of them, wearing masks. I got off the bed and waited on my hands and knees for an order. This could be a test. Maybe one of them was Sir, although I doubted it because none of them were his height.
They all undressed, and my heart stopped. What were they going to do to me? Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be good for me. The first to finish naked lay on my bed. His knees bent over the bottom edge so that his face was half way on it.
I knew his voice the minute I heard it. “Go be a good girl to my friend.” It was the doctor.
At first, I got on top of him to fuck him but he pulled my arms. “Come’re.” I ended up with my pussy over his lips. His tongue slid out and immediately after feeling it flicking my clit, my breath took off. I tried to be as quiet as possible. From the corner of my eye, I kept an eye on the doctor. He came around, behind me. My entire body covered in goosebumps. I was scaredwhat he was planning to do to me. Soon after another kneeled in front of me and pushed me down. His dick thrusted into my mouth without caution while the other man kept swirling at my clit. The doctor placed his hand on my back, pinning me in place as his cock lined up to mu pussy. As soon as it slid in a scream escaped me.
“You like that, don’t you?” asked the doctor. “You want another one?”
His friend’s dick was blocking my breathing so I couldn’t answer. Already my pussy was so wet that I could hear the liquid. He slipped his fingers into my ass while fucking my pussy and a long groaning came out of me only silences a few seconds at a time again and again while getting throat fucked.
“Oh yeah you want it.” Before he finished the sentenced his cock slipped out and lined up with the entrance to my ass. Again, I groaned but also for the first time, tried to pull away. The guy still sucking and stroking at my clit flattened his palms on my thighs, keeping me there. Again I groaned as the doctor pushed in. It became a scream that filled the room only broken by the hard slapping of my ass. Sir had been fingering me and putting toys but this hurt. It hurt so much I could feel the lining overstretching and tearing. Tears were already falling down from my eyes. It took me back to prom night. The tongue on my clit hurried and I could help the whimpering then groaning again. The pain and pleasure clashed and my eyes rolled up as I felt the orgasm stacking. That’s when he came in my mouth and I swallowed. With every push, there was more of my body being broken. Only when he’d pull out would I get relief. When the wave of pleasure rushed from my clit and ass all over my body, it drove a heat that brought a thin layer of sweat. I was moaning with every contraction while the doctor stood still, his dick only partially inside me, allowing me to come. “That’s it. That’s a very good girl. He’s trained you well. But I know he hasn’tfucked your asshole yet. Only I get to do that.” He gritted the last sentence and began thrusting hard into me. I screamed and tried to run away. He grabbed my arms and fucked me harder. “That’s it. That’s a perfect asshole. David, come here.” The guy still sucking at my clit opened my asscheeks. It was the deepest I’d had him inside me.
I was hysterical, in and out of that night in the park. It wasn’t the doctor it was Gabin inside me. It was so disgusting and I knew what was next, Mael would start fucking my pussy.
It was unbearable, yet my nipple hardened. I’d already given up crying and screaming. I only hoped they would finish fast. He pulled at my hair, lifting my head. At first the were alternating slipping in. “You like it don’t you? I can hear it, feel it. Such a dirty cunt. You need two cocks, don’t you?”
I didn’t want to say it because I didn’t have a choice but to say, “Ye-yes! Yes. Yes. Yes.” I repeated it with every thrusting and then when they both synchronized I screeched.
“Come for me,” he commanded so my insides strain as another orgasm was nearing. I was out of breath, wincing. The one that had been watching showed up and started fucking my mouth. I felt disgusting because somehow the pleasure started taking over. I was nothing, just a collection of holes for them to come into. It made me feel emotionally empty, worthless. I tried to disconnect to go somewhere else but I couldn’t, instead, I exploded. My body shook violently.
“That’s a good girl. My turn now.” I was stretched out so thin around both of them that I felt every spill. He moaned as he filled me with cum, then finally got off me. “That’s enough for her,” he said and the guys under me slid out. The guy in my pussy pinned me down and then slipped his cock up to my ass and fucked me harder than before, harder than the doctor had. “He told me to leave it nice and wet for him,” the doctorsaid while kneeling on the side of the bed, smiling at me while slapping my face, twice.
He didn’t last long but the others took their turns. The doctor stood and I saw him pop off someting only to realize too late that it was a syringe. "Good job. That's it let it go through you." His voice came in and out as the liquid burned through my veins. This was not the first time I'd felt that but I didn't have time to figure anything out before everything went black.
When I woke again, my body hurt in places it shouldn't. Master had been gentle with me, except for the cock sucking. He seemed to always lose his control while fucking my throat. So what was all this soreness about? It took forever for me to sucessfully get up to shower.
The images came to me as the hot water washed me. I was afraid they would return. Where was he?
Thepurposeofthetraining center was to break down the slaves to the point they’d obey even if the order was to walk into a firelit furnace and burn alive.
This was and always had been every man’s dream, after all—three holes, nice face, tits, butt, and hair. That’s all that had ever mattered to men about women, and that’s what we were providing. Men didn’t want someone with an opinion, knowledge. There was no partnership between men and women. That was all bullshit. If they needed advice, they’d go to other men. If they needed a partner again, there were other men for that. Women were for fucking, coming inside of, and breeding. That was the reality of our world.
The goal of a trainer, or Lord as we labeled ourselves, was to figure out the slaves’ weakest point and thwart it so they’d comply effortlessly and gracefully. So, near the end of the training, a few months before being officially sold, we’d do a test in a public ceremony, in which we’d push them beyond reason to see how they survived it. If they peacefully and gracefully complied, they were ready. Then we’d reintroduce them tonature so they could at least act as if we hadn’t burned out every one of their fucking brain cells.
Of course, I already knew Magdalena’s weakest point since I’d first seen her on the table. I knew what would trigger the shit out of her, what could make her rebel. But I wasn’t willing to put her on the table again to share her with any other Lord, so I did the next best thing. I’d practically ended those disgusting fests as soon as I gained enough power anyway. Regardless, I was already struggling with the idea that some customer would soon have her to himself. I mean, I fantasized about breaking in to fuck her over there inhishouse. I already had a deal in place with theSilver Fox. This meant the selling of her would be the end of his own empire. It was poetic really. Just after the spanking of her on stage, he’d started asking me for videos of me training her.
On my so-called birthday, the first day I woke up after I stabbed her on the table thirteen years before, I commenced her test. I put a bunch of candles on her back so she wouldn’t even think of disobeying me and raped her ass. I needed her to pass the test, so she either had to obey me, or we’d both burn to death. And God Almighty had it been the best fucking day of my life. That’s only because I liked how rebellious she still was. Only I knew how much of herself she repressed to obey me. There were hiccups. For moments, I felt the rebelling bubbling up, but in the end, she’d prioritized me. I enjoyed watching her shatter into a million pieces, wondering how she could enjoy something so disgusting, questioning everything about herself, then I’d put her back together. By the end of it, I was dying to do it all over again.
My problem was, if not for the candles, she definitely would’ve failed the test. She wasn’t completely broken, yet. Not at all. The way she cried, screamed, and wailed instead of staying inplace, apathetic, and taking it, meant she wasn’t ready. She still couldn’t handle being pushed beyond her limit.
The reason I needed her to pass was because Master had called me to meet him in Portugal. I couldn’t leave her in the bunker by herself for God knows how long without seeing daylight and getting proper nutrition while I got ass raped across the Atlantic. Until a slave subconsciously obeyed everything we told them to do, she wasn’t granted any privileges. Those were the rules, and that was my problem.
The other lords and some customers were still sitting outside the two-way mirror talking about the show I’d just put on for them. I thought with all the time I took in the shower, trying to calm her, they would have left already, but I guessed they were waiting for me to come out.
Lord Calvin held his hand up in the air, waiting for a high-five, and I gave it to him. “You’ve done it again.”
“You think so? I don’t know—”
“Dude, she’s fucking perfection. I mean, she protested, but that’s what makes it so fucking delicious. I just wanted to wait to congratulate you before I go fuck the living shit out of my slave’s ass.”
