Bought and Trained (11 page)

Rose felt like she was still dreaming one of the dreams she had after Master Leo had
given her the sleeping pill: girls in lingerie being fucked brutally in their backsides,
and men in masks, with monstrous cocks to do the fucking.

Rose had expected, when she realized what the attendants were doing, that they would
be businesslike about the task, but the touch of the girls in the little nightgowns
was anything but clinical and, as if on cue, they began to murmur softly to the new
girls as they took off their leather restraints.

“Lovely,” said the blond girl in the blue nightgown, as she unbuckled Rose’s ankle
cuffs. “It feels strange to have your pussy so bare, doesn’t it, sweetie?”

On the next cot over, where a girl with long wavy black hair, tied in a red ribbon,
was attending to the little redhead, she heard the black-haired girl say, “Did Master
Jeff keep the nipple clamps on for a long time? He likes to do that with the small-sized
girls, I know.”

What the blond who was removing the belt from the curvy brunette was saying was too
soft for Rose to hear, especially because she felt her attendant let her fingers linger
between Rose’s thighs for a long moment before beginning to unbuckle the belt. “Mmm,”
said the attendant. “I bet Master Leo had fun this weekend.”

The older woman clapped her hands three times. “Enough!” she said. “Girls, I am afraid
it is traditional here for new concubines to have this little initiation before their
true one; I feel sure that in a few weeks you will be saying such naughty things to
new girls yourselves, but I know how strange all of this seems. Please get up and
follow me into the foyer. At the bottom of the staircase, you will find your kneeling
mats, with your names on them. When we are done in the foyer, you will be rolling
those mats up and bringing them with you at certain important times. From the moment
you kneel on your mat for the first time, it is your responsibility, and you are to
keep it clean, and have it with you when you should. Kerry, what happens to girls
who forget their kneeling mats?”

“The cane, Miss,” said Rose’s attendant immediately, but also very quietly.

“You may direct any questions you have about how severely a girl is caned for forgetting
her mat to Kerry, girls.” Rose saw that Kerry was blushing deeply, her eyes downcast.

“I am Miss Abigail, girls, but you are to call me simply, ‘Miss.’ I am going to ask
you a question in a moment, and you are going to respond, ‘Yes, Miss.’ I hope that’s
sufficiently clear, or you may earn your first punishment before you even get into
the door. Are you prepared to follow my orders?”

“Yes, Miss,” Rose said, and heard the other two new girls say the same, the fear audible
in all their voices.

Miss Abigail turned and walked into the foyer. The brunette, and then the redhead,
and then Rose herself, followed. Their attendants entered after them.

As promised, there were three white squares on the creamy stone floor of the foyer,
at the bottom of the staircase. They said, in blood-red letters along the edge closest
to the staircase—letters that were upside-down from Rose’s perspective—‘Annie,’ ‘Bridget,’
and ‘Rose.’

“Girls,” said Miss Abigail, standing in front of the mats now. “Please stand in front
of your mats.” They obeyed. The brunette, it appeared, was Annie, and the redhead
was Bridget.

“You will see that your names are upside-down. Leah, why is that?”

From behind Rose, one of the other attendants (Rose did not dare to turn around to
see who it was) said, “Our names are for our masters, Miss.”

“Exactly, Leah. Your names do not belong to you, any more than your bodies do.”

Miss Abigail clapped twice, and suddenly a door behind the staircase banged open,
and three muscular men (“Firefighters!” was Rose’s first thought), in black robes
that hung open to display their enormous cocks, came out into the foyer. They had
hair down to their shoulders, two of them brown-haired and the third blond, and the
looks on their faces were stern and hungry.

Suddenly Rose realized that Miss Abigail had cast her eyes down to the floor, and
folded her hands in front of her; trying to figure out what was happening, she turned
to look behind her and saw that the three attendants had adopted the same pose. Rose
saw that Annie and Bridget were also trying to figure out what to do; at the same
moment they all seemed to decide to try to do what Miss Abigail and the others were
doing, but by that time the men in the robes, who Rose had, she realized now, subconsciously
expected to stop their advance, were upon them. One of the brown-haired men grabbed
Rose around the waist, and said in her ear, “Get down on that mat, Rose, so I can
fuck that sweet little cunt. Why should Leo have all the fun?”

He gave her no choice and, as she saw the same being done to Annie and Bridget, she
was forced to her knees on the mat with her name on it, and then bent over until her
cheek was against the cool marble of the floor. The man urged her knees apart, then
he knelt behind her on her kneeling mat with her, and took her arms firmly but with
an evident skill that would ensure that he did not injure her, and held them behind
her back. She felt his cock at the entrance to her pussy, and realize that she was
shamefully wet at the way he had simply pushed her down and positioned her for his
use.

To her left she heard Bridget cry out as she was, certainly, entered by the blond
man, and then Rose was crying out herself as her master began to ride her, holding
her firmly around her wrists to give himself more leverage. Then Annie began to moan,
under the cock of the third man.

“Do you see, girls,” Rose heard Miss Abigail saying, “what I mean about your bodies
belonging to your masters?”

The sounds of fucking, masculine grunts and feminine cries, were the only answer.

“Answer me, girls,” Miss Abigail said. “Bridget, do you have a big cock in your little
cunt?”

“Ah… yes, Miss.”

“How about you, Rose?”

Rose couldn’t get her mind around the sensations flooding into her mind, but her time
with Master Leo ensured that she could reply, “Yes, Miss!” even as the cock of a man
whose name she did not even know pounded into her pussy.

“And, Annie, you, too, are being fucked, are you not?”

“Yes, Miss!”

“Very well, you new girls. I can see how distracted you are. Kerry, Leah, and Maude,
will you help them? Kerry, to whom do you think little Rose belongs?”

“To her owner, Miss.”

“Why is she being fucked by Master N, then?” Master N… just a letter, for the man
who was ravishing her here in this grand foyer, next to two other girls who were being
ravished at the same time.

“To teach her to be a good girl, Miss.”

“Very good, Kerry. Maude, do you think Master P will make Bridget suck his cock before
bed, tonight?”

“Yes, Miss.”

“Why is that, Maude?”

“Miss, Master P always makes his newest girl take him in her mouth at bedtime. He
says it quiets a girl down and gets her ready to serve in the morning.”

“Did you find that to be true, Maude?”

“Yes, Miss.”

Through this lesson, the subdued cries of Rose and her fellow new girls continued,
as the huge cocks of the masters possessed them. The masters seemed content to fuck
the new girls at a leisurely pace, so that Miss Abigail could accomplish the instruction
she aimed to accomplish.

“Well said, Maude. Leah, what about Annie? What can you tell us about Master A’s specialty?”

“Miss, Master A trains girls whose owners want their concubines’ bottoms to be ready
to give pleasure when the owner arrives, instead of reserving the girl’s bottom-hole
for themselves, the way most owners do.” Rose remembered what Master Leo had said
about her owner, and, as Master N thrust into her, gave a cry at the combination of
the feeling of his powerful hips against the bottom that Rose’s owner would, she knew,
come and claim one day soon.

“So what does that mean for Annie, Leah?”

Rose heard Annie give a scream.

“It means that Annie is going to get it in the ass right now, Miss,” Leah said, quietly.

“Oh, God… oh, God…” Annie was saying. “Oh, please, Master…”

“Hush, Annie,” said Miss Abigail. “Don’t fuss now. Why do you think your owner chose
you? Look at that delicious backside on Annie, Leah. Do you think she should fuss?”

“No, Miss.”

“Oh, it’s too big…”

“Nonsense,” said Miss Abigail.

Rose heard a grunt, and a wail, and then Miss Abigail said, “There we go.”

Rose’s eyes had been closed, but now she opened them. With her cheek against the marble,
whimpering as Master N began to ride her harder, Rose could see Master P was fucking
Bridget exactly the same way Master N was fucking Rose. Beyond Bridget, though, where
Master A was in Annie’s bottom, she could see a different rhythm, and Master A’s hands
holding Annie’s hips still.

For a minute or so more, there was silence except for the new girls’ submissive noises
as they learned to take their masters’ cocks, the masters’ little grunts as they taught
that lesson, and the soft, wet sounds of fucking. Then Rose heard Master N say, behind
and above her, after a hard thrust, “Masters, we rise.” He pulled Rose up, gently,
really, to a kneeling position, as he withdrew his cock. “New girls, you have not
yet earned the gift of your training masters’ seed. I feel sure, however, that three
such lovely concubines will have their share of semen before too long, though.”

Rose heard him stand up behind, her, and saw Masters P and A do the same.

“Abigail, you may continue,” Master N said.

“Thank you, Master,” Miss Abigail said. That was when she had at last introduced them
formally to the Institute, with her words about where they were and what they were
going to be trained to be, as they knelt to receive her instructions, made receptive
by the fucking their training masters had just given them.

Then Miss Abigail said, “New girls, you will notice when you pick up your mats that
some of your wantonness has dripped upon them. Your first task as a concubine-in-training
will be to wash your mat. Annie, you will go with Leah to Master A’s hallway. Rose,
you will go with Kerry to Master N’s hallway. Bridget, you will go with Maude to Master
P’s hallway. Do not fret: you will see your fellow new girls again soon, and you will
have the opportunity to become very well acquainted with them indeed.”

Miss Abigail and the masters stayed in the foyer as the six girls, three naked and
three in the little nightgowns, ascended the grand staircase in pairs, the new girls
carrying their rolled-up kneeling mats.

Kerry led Rose down the long hallway on the third floor. Rose seemed like she must
be a pick-up, as Kerry herself had been.

“You can talk now,” Kerry said, glancing behind her at Rose’s pretty, worried-looking
face. “As long as a master or Miss Abigail isn’t around, it’s OK.”

Rose nodded, the worried look seeming to gain ground, rather than recede, but didn’t
say anything.

Kerry stopped in front of the fifth door on the hallway. A card, inserted into a little
fixture on the door, said simply ‘Rose (772), 15 November 2013’—that day’s date. Below
the card in its fixture hung a little whiteboard, with an attached marker, of the
kind one would find all over a college dormitory. On the board was written, in cute
feminine cursive, ‘Welcome, Rose! Love, Master N’s girls, Kerry, Nancy, Sue, Hannah,
Jill.’

Kerry paused before opening the door, so that Rose could see what was on it.

“772?” Rose whispered.

“That means you’re the 772nd concubine to be trained at the Institute,” Kerry replied.
“Did you read the board? Once you do, I have to erase it, because the board’s really
for… something else.”

“What?” The whisper was even lower.

“To tell the masters when they can come and… use you… and, um, for the other masters
to tell Master N how they think you’re… coming along.” She saw the look of shock on
Rose’s face. She sighed. “You get used to it. Let me show you mine, so you understand.”
She led Rose a little ways down the hall, to a door where the card said,

Kerry (754), 23 October 2013.

Kerry’s whiteboard said,

For fucking 11/14, 9–11:30

She’s coming along nicely.—N.

Shame that ass is off limits.—A.

Had to spank her when she forgot to kiss my balls, first. She opened nicely, though.—D.

No complaints.—P.

Kerry, report to me at 3 today to discuss your disrespect to Master D, please.—Miss
A.

“What did Miss Abigail do to you?”

“The strap,” Kerry said simply. She turned and lifted her little nightgown to show
the fading bruises on her backside. “Not too bad, really. Not what I think my owner
would give me if I forgot a protocol like that.”

“Protocol?”

Kerry smiled, remembering how similar she had been, on her own first day. “There will
be time for that, sweetie. Do you need to pee?”

Rose nodded. “OK, follow me,” Kerry said, and led her to the bathroom at the end of
the hall.

“This is… gorgeous,” Rose said, when they entered.

“Isn’t it?” Kerry looked with fresh eyes at the pink tiles and the plush divans. Then
she grimaced, because Rose hadn’t noticed the most important feature. “But look,”
Kerry said, and pointed to the toilets, which were in the middle of the tiled floor
at the end of the room, completely exposed.

“Oh,” Rose said.

“You might as well get it over with,” Kerry said. “I have to watch you, and they have
cameras in here of course, so I don’t dare not watch. I may as well make sure you
see the showers, and the tubs, too.” Next to the area with the toilets, the shower
room was completely communal; in another area were two beautiful tubs for at least
two people, and another one the size of a small swimming pool.