Bought and Trained (4 page)

He took the two steps so that he was standing in front of her, his crotch only an
inch or two away from her face. He took her chin in his right hand. “The problem is,
Rose, that the more you blush, the more I want to do terrible things to you.” He grabbed
her upper arm abruptly, pulled her to her feet, and took her over to the chair from
which she had now been untied twice. Still holding onto her arm, he sat, and then
he pulled her across his lap roughly. He held her down with his left arm, while without
saying anything, he began to spank her once again, upon the cane welts, which were
now purple.

“Are you ready, Rose?” he asked as he continued to spank, and she began to scream.

“Master! Master!” she shouted. “Yes! Almost every night!”

Leo stopped spanking her. “Now why was that so hard?”

“I don’t know, Master,” Rose sobbed.

“I do,” Leo said. “Shame. Stand up, now.” He helped her to her feet.

“Alright, we’re going to go into the bedroom, and you’re going to have your punishment
for throwing the glass and trying to escape. Before that, though, I want to give you
the choice of whether to drink your water. One thing I haven’t told you is that I
have an IV needle in my bag. I can hydrate you that way if I have to. As I said, when
a girl is starting out, in these first forty-eight hours, staying hydrated is a very
important thing. Would you like to drink the water now?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said quietly. She probably had one more escape attempt in her,
Leo thought. The next morning would be the logical time for that, when she thought
that he was asleep. Thinking about the way he would punish her for that got Leo uncomfortably
hard. That in turn made him think about what he would do after he had put the plug
in Rose’s backside. He smiled, picturing his cock in Rose’s sweet little cunt at last,
as he retrieved the glass of water, and filled it again. He handed it to Rose, and
she drank it down.

He took the glass from her and put it in the sink. Then he said, “Go into your bedroom,
Rose, and take two pillows, and put them at the end of the bed. Then lay yourself
down over them, with your feet on the floor. Leave your hands lying by the sides of
your hips, palms up. I will be in in a moment to punish you. Right now I’m going to
finish my sandwich and my beer.”

Crestfallen, with head hung low, she obeyed, disappearing through the bedroom door.

It was actually quite an important moment for her. Being told to go and do something
submissive, while her master did something else, would be a staple of her life with
David and Grace. To suppress her flight instinct, and to lay herself out, ready for
punishment, the way Leo had specified, was a deceptively simple thing: whether she
did it, or didn’t do it and was punished, this would be a moment that she remembered
as setting the tone of the entire time of Leo’s breaking her. In fact, the one most
essential aspect of the training that needed to be accomplished before Rose was brought
to the Institute was that she follow commands without an imminent threat of punishment.
Every girl broke rules at the Institute, of course, and was disciplined for it, but
that was a further stage of training: a girl must have interiorized the larger disciplinary
structure of her new life as a concubine before she entered what was actually the
relative freedom of the Institute and its grounds. Leo and his fellow case-officers
were so adept at this that it was only perhaps once in every two years that a girl
tried to run away from the Institute itself. By the time Rose got there, Leo would
have brought out the submissive part of her nature so prominently that it would probably
not even occur to her that she could flee—and, if it did occur to her, she would not
want to.

It was very important, nevertheless, that there be bars and gates and fences at the
Institute. But just as Leo’s threat to punish Rose if she should try, say, to climb
out the window of her bedroom, was largely symbolic, those bars and gates and fences
were not manned by security guards. The girls of the Institute were held much more
tightly by the chains of their hearts than by the bars on their windows.

Nevertheless, based on Leo’s experience, and the experiences of other case-officers,
at a time like this in the first twenty-four hours of a breaking, there was perhaps
a 5% chance that Rose in fact would try to flee at this point. So as Leo ostentatiously
(so Rose understood that he was pleasing himself and taking his good time to come
in and deal with the naked girl waiting to be punished) finished up his sandwich and
his beer, and cleaned up after himself, he was checking surreptitiously every minute
or two to make sure that Rose had stayed in line.

When he finally joined her in the bedroom, though, he found her exactly as she should
be: naked, and waiting for punishment, the lovely cane marks accenting the shapeliness
of her backside. He put his phone on a little tripod atop her dresser, and lined it
up so that her punishment would be fully recorded for her master’s viewing—that night,
Leo imagined.

Rose twisted her head around to try to see what he was doing.

“Keep your face to the covers, Rose,” Leo said.

Then he went back to the living room to get the punisher and the lube.

“Reach back, Rose,” Leo said, as soon as he had re-entered the door of the bedroom,
“and show me the little asshole where you put your cute pink vibrator. You’re such
a smart girl that I’m sure that you’ve figured out how important that part of your
body is to your training to be a concubine. You may even have started to understand
that it’s not just about the way your master is going to put his cock there when the
time comes, and how good it’s going to make his cock feel to fuck you in your tight
little anus. No, it’s really about who you are as a concubine. We know that you’ve
wanted to belong to a man for quite some time now. In our program, we believe that
the most important way a girl can belong to a man is in the way her bottom belongs
to him, specifically. You’ll learn a great deal more about this as your training continues,
Rose, but while I punish you for throwing the glass and trying to run away, I want
you to think about what I just said, and to understand that what I’m putting in your
little asshole is a kind of symbol of the way you now belong to your master, and are
for that purpose in my care, and the care of the Institute. This is a very special
moment for you, Rose. When you used to put your little vibrator inside your bottom,
before you belonged to your master and you were free to play with yourself as you
pleased, you were just being dirty. When I put my big black punisher there, I’m claiming
you for your master.”

He had the punisher in his left hand, and the lube in his right. He put just a bit
of the lube on the tip of the long, thick black rubber. He put the tip against Rose’s
cute little rear-dimple, and watched her head rear back at the feeling. She gave a
little moan as he began to push, slowly but firmly, and with increasing force.

While he pushed, he continued the lecture. “I’m afraid this is going to hurt, Rose.
If you want to keep from having many sessions like this, bottom-up for something much
too big going up your backside, you’ll think about how you got here.”

He pushed a little more firmly, and she cried out into her navy-blue comforter. The
anal punisher had four bulbs, each one thicker than the last, and Rose hadn’t even
taken the first one—only its pointed tip was inside her rectum, and Leo was just pushing
rhythmically there to teach her that he would treat her anus as he liked. But that
was the best way for a girl’s first anal training: the moment of feeling her bottom
held open at a master’s pleasure was a priceless one, and she needed to be made to
anticipate it for a long time.

“How did you get here, Rose?” he asked, quietly, as he kept pushing, pulsing the black
rubber against her sweet, crinkly bottom-hole.

With each pulse, Rose was making a little noise in her throat of fear and submission.
Leo stopped the pushing, and began to turn the punisher back and forth, applying only
the slightest pressure as he did so.

“I’m waiting,” he said. “If you’re a good student, I can be gentle with my punisher.
But if you’re not…” He pushed, suddenly, very hard, and overcame Rose’s resistance.
She shrieked in pain as she felt the first bulb enter, and then sobbed when she realized
it was inside her, and that her anus had closed around it. Leo pushed again, to let
her know the second bulb was there, waiting for her, but then let up the pressure.

“See, Rose? I think you should answer me, don’t you?”

“I… oh, God… I threw a glass at you, and… oh, Master, please, no… I tried… to open
the door.”

“There we go, sweetheart,” Leo said, giving her a little pat on her right bottom cheek
to let her know he was pleased. “Now, I have lube here, and I can put a little on,
if you continue to be good. Would you like that, Rose?”

“Yes, Master,” she said, in a strained, resigned voice.

“Alright, since I’m a kind master, I’m going to put a little lube on just because
you responded properly.” He let a tiny drop fall from the tube onto the place where
her anus was held so beautifully open by the black rubber, then, hardening uncomfortably
in his jeans at the sensation, he gently rubbed it in while Rose gave little sobs
of discomfort. He tugged and pushed on the punisher, just a little, experimentally,
and she cried out. “That’s better, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose moaned.

“Now that we understand each other, we can begin. I want to hear about ‘Backdoor Pleasures,’
first. Can you give me a synopsis?” He turned the punisher just a little, with the
tiniest bit of inward pressure, to encourage her.

“It’s… it’s about a college student… and… and… oh, please… and her boyfriend says
it’s time for her to… to try anal, but she… she thinks it’s dirty… oh, God.”

Leo added a little lube. “You’re doing fine, sweetheart,” he said. “How does the boyfriend
convince her?”

“He brings a… porn video… and… and she’s hes—hesitant, but she watches it… and…”

“And she’s more turned on than she ever thought she would be, right?” Leo chuckled,
and put a little more lube on. The punisher was turning very easily, now, and he could
tell that Rose had started to give into the submissive pleasure of the thought that
she had a master punishing her anally.

“Y—yes… and she… I mean, they… she has to lie over the pillows…”

“Like you are now?”

“Yes! Oh, God… and… oh my God…” She screamed, as Leo forced the second bulb inside.

“Hush… there you go, Rose. I wonder if you’re beginning to understand how a girl can
be a good girl and a bad girl at the same time.”

“Yes, Master…” she groaned. “Oh, God… it hurts…”

“It’s supposed to hurt, Rose. You’re being punished. I need to teach you not to disobey
your masters.”

“I’m so sorry, Master… I won’t… I’ll be good… I just don’t…”

“You don’t think you can take the rest of the punisher, do you?” He pushed, with the
next, even bigger bulb, which had no lube on it, and Rose shrieked.

“Oh, no… oh, please…”

“Here’s the thing, Rose,” Leo murmured confidentially. “You’re going to, because I’m
going to make you.”

He pushed hard. Rose screamed, and began to thrash around on the bed. Her hands flew
off her backside, and reached back, trying desperately to find him and make him stop.
Leo pinned them behind her back, and pressed down there as he kept pressing with the
punisher.

“You had better open up, Rose, or this is going to be very bad for you.”

With another heart-rending cry, Rose obeyed. Leo watched her backside surge, and relax,
and the third bulb went in, dry. Her bottom-hole closed around it, but now her ass
had been made to open wider than she had ever felt it opened. Rose wept, quietly,
at the pain of it. Leo let go of her wrists, but she kept her hands where they had
been, at the small of her back.

“Get those hands back on your ass, Rose. Right this instant,” Leo commanded sternly,
and Rose complied.

“A man likes to see that a girl knows how to give him her bottom, and keeping your
bottom open when you are told to do so is a sign of your submission.”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said. “Thank you, Master.”

It was yet another very important moment for her—and right on schedule: she had thanked
him spontaneously for a punishment.

“Alright, Rose. Because you thanked me, you don’t have to take the last part, but
I’m afraid that there’s something else that’s going to happen now, while you still
are being punished, that will be hard for you.” And then Leo couldn’t resist adding,
“In more ways than one.”

“What, Master?” she asked.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Rose, for the first time, but most certainly not for the
last.”

“Oh, God, Master, please…”

Leo swiftly removed his clothes, stepping out of his pants and boxers, then stripping
his black T-shirt over his head and throwing it aside.

“Stand up, Rose.”

“I can’t,” she wailed.

“Yes, you can,” Leo said sternly. “Do you think I care how much it hurts? You are
a bad girl, and you are being punished. It’s time for your first fuck, and when I
want to fuck a girl I’m not a patient man.”

Gingerly, Rose began to obey, whimpering with every movement she made. With satisfaction,
Leo watched her bottom cheeks clench and relax, over and over, as she desperately
sought comfort there, and found none. At last she was standing, in the extremely unnatural
position of a girl who has an anal punisher firmly implanted: bent knees, bottom pushed
out. She was looking at the floor.

“Look at my cock, Rose,” Leo said, in a much softer tone, though still with a note
of sternness.

She could not help obeying, he knew; he saw her eyes take in his massive erection.
She gasped. Leo was endowed like a porn star, like the rest of the masters at the
Institute; it was a job qualification.