Bought and Trained (6 page)

She had come… she had come on Master Leo’s cock, with the horrible thing in her bottom,
and the climax had been even bigger than the one Master Leo had forced her to in the
living room.

Now, though her mind kept saying, “Stop,” and “No,” she was echoing his word, “Yes,”
as if she were a girl in the porn videos she bought and then deleted the very same
night as soon as she had the one little orgasm she was used to.

“Yes,” she moaned. She tried to stop bouncing, then; tried to get off Master Leo’s
enormous cock, but he gave her a little spank that moved the punisher inside her backside
painfully, and said, “Don’t even think about it, Rose. Do you want the cane again?”

He gripped her hips even tighter, and encouraged her to bounce again, too, and the
feeling in her pussy started to build even after the huge climax she had already had.

“No, sir… no, sir…” Rose’s voice had departed from her conscious control; her body
seemed to be answering Master Leo. Yes, another orgasm; no, sir, please, not the cane
again.

Rose was so full of cock, and the rubber thing; so full, and she had to come again,
and then again, before her punishment for trying to run away would be over.

She remembered the look on the face of a girl on a video she had bought and deleted
and then downloaded again, two or three times over the last month. The girl was supposed
to be a soldier, who was being disciplined by a lieutenant and a sergeant in a unit
called ‘Black Ops DP,’ where such discipline had to be carried out without reference
to the code of military conduct.

The lieutenant had sat on the couch, and the sergeant had put the girl on the lieutenant’s
cock, facing away from him, her backside stretching painfully to take him, and the
expression of woe on her face at having him there, and at the thought that the sergeant’s
enormous cock was going to have to go in her pussy in just a moment, too, according
to the unit’s own code of justice, gave Rose the faint feeling that only the dirtiest
things could do.

Rose looked in the mirror, and the expression on her face seemed to her to be the
same one that girl had worn: woe—passionate discomfort—submissive pleasure.

Looking at her face in the mirror, knowing that her new owner would see that face,
as she bounced shamefully up and down on the porn-star cock of a man who had invaded
her apartment and said he would take her for training as a concubine, she saw a wince
cross her face as Master Leo twisted the punisher in her bottom-hole, and shook it
a little bit, and it was as if she were in a porn video of her own. The thought somehow
caused her next climax to hit her like a proverbial tidal wave, coming out of nowhere;
not as big as the first one, but building over a longer period and keeping her muscles
tight for long seconds. Her pussy, stretched by her master’s cock, and her bottom,
punished by filling, clenched hard, and the pain of that made the orgasm seem to last
forever.

Then she was on the other side of the wave, and Master Leo was saying, “Good girl,”
again, and, “See, Rose? I hope you never forget that you’re multi-orgasmic. Now come
on, get going: it’s time for number three.”

What did it mean? Why was Master Leo here? Why had they chosen her?

The image of the
Penthouse Forum
and
Schoolgirl Tales
and the little pink vibrator on the couch where he had put them came into her mind.
She remembered when Joanne had told her that she should try playing with herself,
and the way she had blushed furiously, there over coffee. She had bought
Schoolgirl Tales
first. Joanne had recommended it, at the same time she had said to Rose, “This is
going to be hard to hear, sweetie, but you need to explore your sexuality.”

Rose had given a false kind of laugh, and said, “What sexuality?”

But Joanne had smiled patiently and looked into her eyes and said, “I saw you when
the cowboy spanked that girl in the movie.” It had been some forgettable Western,
and the only thing Rose could remember from it now, full of Master Leo’s huge cock,
was that one scene in the saloon, when the cowboy was displeased with the way the
girl was comporting herself. Somehow, even though Rose had now gained quite a bit
more experience of the kinds of spankings that one could find in movies of all sorts,
and above all the ones that one could find in books and magazines, and on the Internet,
that spanking in the western still was the thing that her mind went back to when the
cute vibrator was in her bottom and she was rubbing her clit furiously, while pumping
three fingers in and out with her left hand. It was always the cowboy’s big hand coming
down hard, over and over on the Victorian bloomer-style underwear of the western girl.

Thinking about that now, and watching herself think about it in the mirror, the orgasm
was building even more easily than the second one had, and it seemed almost an afterthought
when it broke over her and she realized that once again her back was arching and that
Leo was stroking her hip, saying, “Good girl, good girl. That’s three. There you go.”

He lifted Rose off him, like she weighed nothing at all, and put her on her hands
and knees on the bed.

“Time to take your punisher out, sweetheart,” Master Leo said. He gave a little tug
on the big black thing, and Rose looked again in the mirror and saw her terrible,
shameful, submissive pleasure. She whimpered loudly, at the way, now on its path out
of her bottom, the big bulbs of the punisher stretched her once again. Would her backside
ever be the same?

No, she thought, giving a sob as the first bulb came out, and it felt shamefully like
she was on the toilet. No, for Rose had been punished anally. Girls who were punished
anally weren’t the same as other girls. The stories in
Schoolgirl Tales
made that clear.

Girls who took it in the ass were different. And, oh, how she felt that difference,
when she played with herself. As she put the little vibrator in her bottom, she would
say, “Take it. Take it, bitch.”

“Go on the net,” Joanne had said, “and buy yourself a book called
Schoolgirl Tales
. That’s the place where I started. Read the first story, the one called ‘Lady Amherst
at School.’”

“What is it about?” Rose had whispered, fascinated despite herself.

“Let’s just say,” Joanne had replied, “that judging from where I saw your hand go
when we watched that spanking scene, I think you’ll find it interesting.”

“Oh, Joanne,” Rose had said, trying to laugh it off. “I don’t know what you think
you saw, but I also don’t know what any of this has to do with sex.” Rose remembered
now the way she had said ‘sex.’ It was the way she always said it, as if she just
couldn’t see what the big deal was.

“Push for me, Rose,” said Master Leo. “We need to get this out of you now.” There
was one bulb left, and Rose felt even more like she was a dirty girl on the toilet.
She gave a final groan, and pushed, as Master Leo pulled, and it was out of her.

Master Leo got out of bed and went to his phone and pressed the stop button on the
camera. He looked at her where she was positioned on hands and knees on her own bed,
at the end, in this unnatural arrangement. He held the punisher up in front of her
face, holding it by its end. Right behind it, she could see his huge cock, so much
bigger than her ex-husband Joe’s had been, still rigidly pointing at her.

“In a moment,” Master Leo said, “you’re going to take this punisher and wash it in
the bathroom. I’m afraid you’ve gotten it very dirty, you dirty girl, and so you will
have to scrub it well. First, though, my cock needs a little relief, after that nice
pony ride. You just hold still.”

He put the punisher on the dresser so that she could still see it, and then he approached
her face, holding his cock.

“Oh, no…” Rose said. “Oh, please… No.”

“Oh, Rose,” Master Leo said, “did you think I was going to fuck your face? No, you’re
going to beg to take me in your mouth before your breaking is over, but right now
I just want you to watch. Your mouth isn’t ready to have something this massive in
it.”

Rose gave a little sob of shame and fear. “That’s right,” Master Leo said, “just watch
me jerk off, Rose. Did your ex-husband ever come on your face, Rose?”

“No,” Rose choked out. No, they had barely even had sex, truthfully, Rose thought.
After the fifth or sixth time she had shuddered when Joe touched her, he had given
up. How could he know, that what Rose really wanted was for him to take her—to take
her the way Master Leo was taking her.

But it hadn’t been shuddering at first, of course. At first the lovemaking was the
way the women’s magazines said it was supposed to be, even if she could not seem to
figure out what an orgasm was supposed to feel like. She lay on her back with her
legs spread, and Joe went about his business, the way he had before they were married,
when she had pretended she liked it. But in the second year of their marriage, she
had seen the movie with Joanne, and she had bought
Schoolgirl Tales
, and the shuddering began, because she knew what an orgasm felt like, and she knew
that Joe could never give her one.

Joanne had encouraged her to talk to Joe, and she could not blame Joanne for the fact
that the conversation had precipitated her divorce from Joe, because in retrospect
being married to Joe had been a mistake.

But the question of what was supposed to happen then, beyond reading ‘Backdoor Pleasures’
and putting her little vibrator in her bottom every night, was one she had not been
able to answer. She could come that way, but she felt like there was something more
that was missing. Sometimes she tried to find places on the net where she might actually
meet men who would try to give her what she needed, but the moment she looked at one
of those landing pages for a site for kinky people, she instantly closed the window,
her face red with shame.

That had gone on for a year now, And it seemed like she was no closer to doing anything
other than what she did in her bed at night, wishing that these strange fantasies
could be taken away from her as soon as possible, but then reading the very same words
the very next night, with her vibrator in the very same place. So when the cable-guy,
whom she knew now as Master Leo, had said he could come over to give her cable box
something special, she had tried to flirt with him, because he seemed big, and even
a little dominant. Was all this her fault, then?

Somehow they had known. Somehow the people from this program at this Institute had
known about her. And now this man Master Leo was pumping his porn-star cock right
in front of her eyes. Rose whimpered at the shame of it… of being made to watch a
man masturbate. On the porn videos they did this all the time, as they got ready to
fuck, got ready to give a girl pearl necklace, but what Master Leo was doing was different.
He had ordered Rose to watch him masturbate—to watch up close the little bead of moisture
come out of the tip of him, and smell the arousal smell that came from his crotch.
And she knew he would spank her, if she looked away.

And it was all about her, for now Master Leo said, “Are you going to be a come-slut,
Rose? Are you going to have your master’s come all over your face? Show me you want
it, Rose. Say, ‘Master Leo, please come on my face.’”

Rose’s only response was to shake her head. It was too shameful. She didn’t want to
be spanked, but there were things she just couldn’t do.

“Don’t make me spank you, Rose,” Master Leo said. “Say it. ‘Master Leo, please come
on my face.’”

Rose’s resistance seem to make him go faster, and a part of her could not help being
fascinated and even aroused by the sight of his hand flashing up and down and the
arrogant length of his cock beginning to jerk a little.

“Say it or get a spanking, Rose,” Master Leo said.

He reached out his left hand, and gave her a hard spank with it on both cheeks. He
gave her another one, as his right hand steadily increased its rhythm on his cock.

Rose cried out at the spanking, but she still couldn’t say it. Master Leo increased
the force and pace of the spanking and Rose’s fresh cane marks began to sting more
and more until she thought she could not bear it

“Say it, Rose,” Master Leo growled.

Another spank, and Rose felt her bottom begin to squirm and heave with the agony,
and she could not take it anymore, and she shouted, “Please, Master Leo, come on my
face!”

“Here you go, Rose,” Master Leo said, and with a final pump Rose saw his seed shoot
out of his cock and felt it splash warmly on her cheek, and then her forehead and
then her mouth and then her neck. He kept coming for ten or fifteen seconds, and the
white fluid seemed to fall in torrents all over her face.

“There you go, come-slut,” Master Leo said with an air of satisfaction. He put his
left hand on the back of her head, and with his right he began to rub his seed into
Rose’s skin. He murmured, “How does that feel, Rose? Does it feel nice to have Master’s
spunk all over you?”

Rose gave a little sob at the feeling of Master Leo’s ministrations.

“Answer me, Rose,” Leo said again. “Does that feel nice? You look so pretty with my
spunk all over you. Tell me, does it feel nice?”

“No,” Rose said, shaking her head.

Master Leo chuckled. “Well, you get points for honesty, Rose.”

But it wasn’t true, Rose knew. Or at least the question of whether it was nice was
entirely inadequate to her feelings. She didn’t like having a man’s semen rubbed into
her skin, but, as Master Leo took a little of the semen and began to rub it onto her
breasts and her nipples, she was trying desperately to push down the feeling that
he was giving her what she deserved. She was a bad girl, who played with herself and
put a vibrator in her bottom. She liked to think about spanking, and anal sex, and
schoolgirls getting punished. To be mastered by a man like Master Leo, and to have
him rub his semen into her breasts, made her feel like she was becoming the concubine
she had always truly been, but would never be able to admit to anyone, even herself,
that she was.