Bought and Trained (16 page)

“Nancy here,” Neil explained, “has learned to pleasure another girl’s cunt, but her
upbringing makes her continue to feel terribly uncomfortable having another girl service
her. Rose, I’m afraid that where you’re concerned, that means that you are going to
pull out every ‘stop’ you think you can pull out. We’ll put Nancy last in line, so
that you can use whatever experience you can gain with Kerry, Sue, and Jill to work
on her to help her overcome her reluctance.”

“Yes, Master,” Nancy said. Neil and Nancy had an interesting relationship, as far
as he was concerned, at least. She trusted him always to overcome her reluctance,
and he reciprocated by making her do the shameful things for which, despite being
a volunteer, she could never ask.

Rose came.

“Bench,” Neil said. “All but Rose.”

They deserted her and followed the command, spreading their knees as they went over
the benches to expose all their backsides’ secrets. Ordinarily Jill would be last,
as the junior (but for Rose, of course, who would soon occupy the final place), but
Jill and Nancy remembered to switch, as he had specified a moment before.

Four delectable backsides, one with his own fading cane marks (Jill, for talking down
to Hannah after being instructed to treat her kindly), and a lovely attendant hanging
ready be taken down and forced to kiss another girl’s cunt for the first time. Sometimes
Neil couldn’t believe his good fortune. As he unfastened Rose’s wrists from the hanging
chain, he thanked heaven for the existence of rich men and the strange phenomenon
of such men’s tastes: make a girl like Rose more expensive than the finest caviar
and the most spacious Bentley, and men like her owner would beat a path to your door.
All Neil had to do was make sure his girls had a polish to them, and the program satisfied
the needs of everyone—the pick-ups above all—to a T.

“Rose,” he said, “I think you can grasp the next command easily. Cunt-service, Rose.”

Released from the chain and standing there naked with her hands clasped instinctively
over her bare little cleft, Rose turned a lovely shade of pink at his words.

Neil sighed. “Let me make that clearer, then, Rose. Get your mat, and lay it in front
of Kerry’s ass over there, and get started licking her pussy, or you’re going to get
the strap. After you’ve shown me that you’re obeying, we can get you started on satisfying
their particular orders, like the rim-job Kerry’s interested in.”

But Rose seemed paralyzed. “Master,” she said, “I… I don’t think…”

Neil moved quickly to his rack of implements, and took the thick, reinforced leather
strap. Then he moved straight to Rose, who was of course expecting a threat rather
than the strap. Neil, however, simply took her wrists, and held them tight, and began
to beat her.

“Ahhhhh!” Rose screamed, so startled and in such pain that whatever word she had meant
to form became lost in her cry.

Neil gave her three hard strokes, two on her thighs and one across her cheeks, then
he said. “Cunt-service, Rose. Now.” Putting his hand, still holding the strap, around
her waist, he pulled her to where her mat still lay in front of his master’s chair.
“Pick up the mat, Rose, and go to the bench, and give Kerry the pleasure she has earned
from you.”

Neil released her wrists and waist. Rose started to bend, but Neil said, “Faster,
girl,” and struck her across the cheeks again. Rose howled, and grabbed the mat, ran
over to Kerry’s ass, and lay the mat down. Without hesitation, then, she knelt. Neil
was behind her, again, and when she paused for a second, looking at the rear-view
(the lovely rear-view, Neil thought) of Kerry’s sweet pink pussy, he struck again,
and Rose instantly, after her little sob, leaned her face in and kissed. Kerry gave
a little giggle, and a little sigh.

Neil stroked Rose’s lovely blond hair, down to her shoulders and so disheveled now,
with his left hand, while he tapped the strap against her bottom in a slow rhythm,
to encourage her. “There we go, Rose. Very nice. Kerry doesn’t taste very different
from you, does she? Say thank you, Kerry.”

“Thank you, Rose!” Kerry said.

“How is she doing, Kerry?”

“She’s learning, Master!” she gasped.

“See, Rose? You can do it. You know what makes a cunt feel good, don’t you?”

As Rose began to lick with a little more skill, Kerry remembered the first time Master
N had commanded her to do cunt-service, and how she, too, had needed the strap to
get going. She knew that Rose would lie awake that night, as Kerry had, trying to
figure out whether there had been some part of her that wanted to be beaten, not because
she didn’t want to kiss another girl between the legs, but because she
did
want to do it, to do the taboo thing that had come into her mind unbidden for so many
years.

“Now Kerry’s sweet asshole, Rose,” said Master N. Kerry’s upper body arched back with
the pleasure of it. Just as she herself had, Rose was learning very quickly. “Now
I’m not going to have you do the finger-fucking Kerry asked for, because I can’t resist
the sight of that cunt all glistening from your mouth and her wantonness. So you’re
going to learn a new command, Rose—‘Spread.’ ‘Spread’ means that you put your first
two fingers on each hand into that pretty cunt and spread it open just a little, to
show me where to put my cock. Once I’m fucking Kerry, there are several commands I
might give you, but I’ll only teach you two of them, now, and they’re pretty obvious:
‘cunt’ means you kiss Kerry’s cunt, and ‘balls’ means you lick my balls. Do you understand,
Rose?”

Kerry felt Rose pull her head back. “Yes, Master.” It was Master N’s way always to
give a girl just a little bit of what she wanted, but still Kerry was longing for
Rose’s fingers on her g-spot, a kind of pressure even Master N’s massive cock couldn’t
quite manage, though he was himself very skilful with his fingers—to the point where
it sometimes seemed that he could command an orgasm from all his girls within a minute
or less.

“Spread, Rose.” Kerry felt the inexperienced fingers obeying Master N, and she whimpered
both at the sensation in her pussy and at the anticipation of being fucked, once again,
by Master N. The head was there, so comforting, and then he was driving, peremptorily
the way he always did—the way Kerry had thought about whenever she had been in bed
with one of her boyfriends, on her back, wishing he would take charge but never being
able even to admit to herself that she wanted that.

Oh, how she had fought Master Leo when he had ravished her the first time—so much
that he had to rig her a harness from rope, to hold her open on her back on the bed
so that he could fuck her. As Master N thrust into her now, she remembered that moment,
when Master Leo had given her the first really dominant fucking of her life had been
when she had the strange vision, of the man’s face—the man who had turned out, so
very strangely, to be her owner—saying, “What if there were a place where they would
make you?”

Master N said, “Balls,” and Kerry felt Rose shifting her face, obedient now, to do
as she was told.
That’s right, Rose,
Kerry thought,
serve your master, you little slut.
The face of her owner came into her mind, and she blushed, thinking about how he had
spent so very long with her in the big bed in the visitors’ suite, making her demonstrate
her developing skills and sometimes, at times when he seemed to forget himself in
the pleasure of her body, saying strange things like, “You never used to do that.”

“Cunt,” Master N said, and Kerry heard herself cry out, and in her imagination she
brought up the part of the visit from her owner that she had been saving for this
moment: when he had lain behind her on her bed, with his left hand possessively around
her throat and his right middle finger pressed up against her anus, telling her how
much he was looking forward to her ass-night, and how happy he was that her anus was
being trained for his pleasure.

“May I come, Master?” she screamed.

“Yes, Kerry, you may,” said Master N.

* * *

After Rose’s first training session was over, Master N told Kerry to get her out of
the leather, and to take her to her room to change into pink, and then, with the other
girls, to show Rose around the Institute.

As soon as the door to Master N’s training room was shut behind them, Kerry turned
to Rose and gave her a hug. Rose was instantly in tears, the way they all had been
at that moment, themselves. Sue hugged Rose, then Jill did, then Nancy hugged her
for a long time, stroking her hair.

“It’s OK, sweetie,” Nancy said. “I know. You can just cry. Don’t say anything.”

They led her, still crying, to her room and sat her on her bed, with Kerry on one
side of her and Nancy on the other. Jill sat in the reading chair, while Sue got Rose’s
pink nightgown, gently pulled it down over her head, and then sat in the spanking
chair herself. They all simply sat for long moments, while Rose began to calm down.
“I…” she choked out.

“It’s OK, honey,” Kerry said.

“I don’t want…”

“Hush,” said Nancy. “Just let it go. Unless you’re very different from the rest of
us, at this moment you can’t really tell what you want and what you don’t want. Just
wait until you’re told to punish another girl.”

“What?” Rose cried.

“It’ll happen on Sunday, if not before,” Jill said. “We have what they call ‘accounts’
on Sundays. We have to punish each other for our demerits, while Master watches.”

This new information seemed to snap Rose out of her initial subdrop, so Kerry said.
“Alright, let’s go show Rose around. OK, Rose?” Rose responded with a nod.

* * *

“The Institute has five wings…” said Kerry, as they walked down the grand staircase.

“That we know about,” cautioned Sue.

“That we know about,” Kerry confirmed. “We know that there are things underground
that we never see, and some girls claim that they saw what they swear was a herd of
naked girls on the property on the other side of the back fence, too.”

Nancy said, “Seems unlikely to be true, but would you have ever guessed that this
place could exist?”

“Anyway,” Kerry continued, stopping for a moment on a landing of the stairway to point
in various directions and show Rose how the Institute was laid out. “Each wing has
two halls; four of the halls are residential, like ours, and the others are for things
like the innocents’ program and the domestic-discipline program and the dungeon program.
There’s a master for each residential hall—those are the senior masters—and then there
are regular masters for each of the program halls, So there are ten masters in all,
though we see the most of our master, and Master A and Master P and Master D—he’s
the one you haven’t seen yet.”

“When do we see the other masters?” Rose asked.

“For classes, like aerobics and… other things,” Nancy said, blushing a bit.

“Can they all… come… to our rooms?”

“Only the senior masters, unless a regular master requests permission from Master
N—but when we’re in class, of course, they can do anything they want.” Kerry saw Rose
color a little as she considered what that might mean.

They were back in the foyer now. Kerry saw Rose looking around with a puzzled expression.
“Seems strange to think about what happened here this morning, doesn’t it?” Kerry
said, and Rose nodded.

Just then they saw a similar group of girls in their mostly blue nightgowns coming
out of one of the grand living rooms off the foyer. Master A’s girls were showing
Annie around. Kerry watched Annie find Rose with her eyes, and Rose looked back. A
sort of wry smile passed between them as they read in one another’s expressions that
their days had been similar.

“Hi, Kerry,” said Leah, Master A’s hall-girl. “How’s Rose doing?”

Leah had always been Kerry’s favorite of the other hall-girls; Maude, Master P’s hall-girl,
and Jacqueline, Master D’s, were nice enough, but those masters (P and D) trained
girls to be formal protocol-concubines, and they always seemed standoffish to Kerry.

“Really well,” Kerry replied. “How is Annie?”

“She’s doing well, though…” Leah turned to wink at Annie, “… her backside is a little
sore.”

Annie giggled, and Kerry saw Rose give a start, at the thought that anyone could giggle
after a first day’s training. It was the fundamental difference between the volunteer
and the pick-up—and it was especially true when it came to Master A’s girls; you didn’t
get to be one of Master A’s girls unless you loved, and craved, anal.

“Just a heads-up,” Leah said, “when we were going by the innocents’ hall it sounded
like Hannah was getting spanked.”

“What?” Nancy said. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Leah replied.

One of the other of Master A’s girls said, “I bet it was that Lisa again—I thought
I heard Hannah say that she wouldn’t say sorry, and we all know what that means.”

“Lisa is such a brat!” Nancy said. “If only Master D would give her what she deserves.”

“Maybe her owner wants a brat,” said Kerry. “Oh, poor Hannah. Rose, do you mind if
we go there? I’ll just point out the other halls on the way.”

“No,” Rose said, “that’s OK.”

On the way to the innocents’ hall, Kerry pointed out the refectory, the little viewing
room for movies, and the exercise hall with the gym and the aerobics studio, telling
Rose that beyond them were the other halls that she’d learn about tomorrow when she
went to her first classes.

When they got to the innocents’ wing, Hannah, in tears, was running out of the big
classroom. She ran straight to Nancy and let herself be enfolded in her friend’s arms.

“Stupid Lisa!” Hannah said, through her tears. “She said that she had a richer master
than anyone else, and I only said that she’s mean when she tries to make herself feel
special by saying those things, and then she told Master R that I hurt her feelings,
and then…” She stopped.