Bought and Trained (12 page)

Kerry saw Rose’s eyes go from the showers to the toilets, to the tubs, to the divans
in the central area, and a thought seemed to occur to the new girl. “Do the masters…?”

“Of course,” Kerry said, ruefully. “We get fucked in here all the time. Master N is
particularly interested in making sure we never forget that he is in charge of all
our most private activities, so he’ll sometimes just order us all in and tell us to
get over the divans in pairs.”

She watched Rose’s mouth open and eyes go wide, and felt her own mouth twist up in
a wry smile. Kerry brought her voice down a whisper. “I actually like it. You must
have realized this morning that being fucked next to other girls is… hot.”

Rose gave a little gasp. Kerry couldn’t suppress a giggle. “Oh, come on. I heard you.”
She saw Rose’s face fall at that, and couldn’t resist giving her a hug to say she
was sorry. “It’s OK, sweetie. I know how hard it is. I’m a pick-up like you.”

“What?”

“Go ahead and go pee and I’ll tell you while you do. It’ll take your mind off me watching.”

Hesitantly, Rose walked to the rightmost of the three toilets that sat next to each
other, and sat.

“There are two kinds of girls here: pick-ups and volunteers.”

“Volunteers?” Kerry could hear the shock in Rose’s voice.

“Yes. Leah and Maude are both volunteers, and I think Annie and Bridget probably are,
too. I don’t know about Miss Abigail; we never get to ask her questions.”

“So a pick-up is a girl who gets abducted? But volunteers join the program on their
own? Why would you do that?”

“Are you sure you don’t know the answer, Rose? Master Leo is better than that, I hear.”

Rose closed her eyes and screwed up her face, and Kerry heard the pee coming out and
hitting the bowl.

“That’s OK, sweetie,” Kerry said. “Don’t answer. I’m not like the masters or Miss
A—just remember that you always have to answer a question from them, or you’re going
to pay.”

After the bathroom, Kerry took Rose back to her room, and opened the door. The room
was quite spacious, like all the girls’ rooms: it had a queen-sized bed with lovely
blue sheets and a cozy comforter, a reading chair with a bookshelf next to it, and
a little desk with a high-backed desk chair, which, Kerry did not tell Rose, was also
the spanking chair for over-the-knee chastisement. The floor was covered with a thick
blue rug that felt soft and luxurious to the feet. The one incongruous piece of furniture
was the training bench in the middle of the room, with its faux-leather cover and
the metal fixtures for restraint. There was no need to call attention to it

“See?” Kerry said. “Not so bad.” She followed Rose into the room and went to open
the closet to show Rose the contents.

“These are your clothes.” The principal article, of which there were three, in white,
pink, and pale blue, was the same sort of sheer nightgown of thin cotton with lace
trim that Kerry wore.

“You’ll wear your gown without anything under it, unless a master or Miss A instructs
you to don one of your undergarments.” The undergarments were in such profusion that
Kerry could tell that Rose couldn’t see the specialized nature of some of them. She
felt her mouth twist a little as she tried to figure out what to do. Rose was the
first new girl she had shown around; Tracy, who had shown Kerry her own room three
weeks before, had gone home with her owner five days ago, making Kerry the new hall-girl.

Tracy had called Kerry’s attention to the ones at the end of the rack, so Kerry decided
to do the same. “Let me call your attention, Rose,” she said, “to the ones at the
end of the rack.”

Then Rose saw that there were three different kinds of seatless panties hanging there.
Kerry watched sympathetically as Rose put her hand protectively behind her.

“But… Master Leo said… my owner…”

“Your owner picked these out, Rose,” Kerry said gently. “You’ll be trained in them,
and then when he comes for your ass-night…”

“My what?”

“Your ass-night, Rose. I know it sounds scary, but you’re going to get to see other
girls having theirs before yours happens. You’ll see mine in a few days, I think.
Anyway, usually if a master sends more than one pair of this kind of panties, he’ll
have you try them each on for him, and pick the pair you’ll wear for your first anal.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Rose asked.

Kerry laughed, nervously. “A little,” she admitted. “But my owner came last week to
use me, and so I know he’s not a cruel man.”

“Last week…?” Rose didn’t seem capable of putting together a coherent question at
this point.

“Yes, you can expect to get at least one visit from your owner before your ass-night.
These are men who can afford to pay vast sums of money for pick-ups like us. They
can’t get their deposits back, I think, but if they decide they don’t want a girl
whose pick-up they commissioned, they don’t have to pay the full cost, and the Institute
can sell the girl at a discount and still make a lot of money.”

Kerry could see that Rose was now completely overwhelmed.

“None of us girls knows how it works, even the volunteers—they have to take the sleeping
pill, too, so none of us even knows where we are. We talk about it a lot, though—the
masters and Miss A don’t seem to mind. We think there’s something about it that prevents
it from being human trafficking, but we can’t figure out what it is. The only thing
we really know is that volunteers get paid a hundred thousand dollars if they stay
with their owners for a year, and then per year after that, if their owner still wants
them, and they want to stay.”

“And pick-ups?”

“We don’t know—this is just what the volunteers say. Maybe it’s the same for us. I
mean, why wouldn’t it be?”

Rose’s face was entirely blank.

“Alright, sweetie. That’s enough for now. Why don’t you put on your blue nightie.
Blue means you’ve been fucked today; pink means you’ve been punished. If you’ve had
both, you wear pink. If you haven't had either, you wear white.”

“You’re wearing blue… but… it’s so early…”

“Master N took me for the night last night, to review my lessons from the other masters,
and from Miss A.”

“So… um… how many times…”

Kerry could guess what Rose’s question was. She laughed. “Let’s just say that in the
last twenty-four hours I’ve been fucked, in one way or another, five times. Don’t
worry: you’ll understand, soon.”

As she watched Rose take the blue nightgown, Kerry said, “Don’t forget to wash your
mat.”

Rose went white. She had left the mat in the bathroom, next to the toilet.

Kerry said, “Don’t worry; I won’t tell. Just go get it, and wash it, and, really,
don’t forget again.”

“How…”

“How severely? Enough so that the welts lasted a whole week. You got caned on Saturday,
right?”

Rose nodded.

“Well, your welts are already almost gone. Think about that. They tied me to the big
bench in the refectory, with everyone watching, and I was screaming like I’ve never
screamed in my life. Thirty-six. Most anyone’s gotten since I’ve been here.”

Kerry saw Rose’s hand drifting, and she smiled. “Better not. They have an image-analyzer
watching the video feed to see if you’re playing with yourself. That’s not like forgetting
your mat, but Leah got twelve for it last week. She thought she was so clever, just
crossing her legs in her reading chair, but Miss A burst in and made her open up right
there, and she was soaking, she says. So don’t do it unless you really think you can
pay the price.”

“What’s ‘open up’?”

“That’s where you have to pull your knees back for inspection, or for someone to play
with you. If Master tells you to open, that’s what you do. But it really is time for
you to go get the mat and wash it. After that, come back here and wait until Master
comes for you.”

“And…”

“You can imagine. It’s going to be just as bad as it was with Master Leo, and just
as good, too.”

Rose swallowed, and nodded.

As Kerry walked away from Rose’s door, she remembered again how she had felt when
Tracy had shown her around Master N’s hall, and when she had seen on Serena’s—another
girl now gone to her owner—whiteboard:

N., you
have
to get her to lift her ass higher. Paddled her hard for that, but it doesn’t seem
like the message is getting through.—P.

“She’s a volunteer,” Tracy had told her. “And a pain slut. I’m sure she’s lowering
her backside just to get punished.” But the sobs Kerry had heard through the door
had seemed to be real.

But what was real?

Master was coming toward her, she realized, down the hall. She fell to her knees,
as she must, in his hallway, as one of his girls. It was one of the four protocols.

“You did well, Kerry,” he said. “Eyes on my cock.”

“Thank you, Master,” she replied, moving her gaze where, she always thought, it belonged.
Did she imagine it, or was his beautiful manhood stirring at the sound of her submissive
voice?

“Mouth,” he said, and she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, curling it down
over her lower lip as she had been taught, by him, to do. Master N approached, and,
taking his cock in his right hand, laid it on her waiting tongue. That was why she
had forgotten about the scrotum kiss with Master D—because Master N’s protocol was
different. It was no excuse, because she would have to know many different protocols
as a concubine, but dammit, she had been picked up less than month ago. Master N took
her head lightly in his hands, just to steady her, and sheathed himself to the back
of her throat, while she practiced the concentration breathing exercise he had taught
her to suppress the gag reflex.

“Nice, Kerry,” he said. “Good girl.” He thrust in and out three times, and then released
her head and pulled out. “Is Rose ready?”

Kerry fought her instinct to say “As ready as I can make her.” Qualification was not
acceptable in a concubine. “Yes, Master,” she said.

At that moment, Kerry heard Rose’s door open; she was going to the bathroom to wash
her mat.

Rose stepped out into the hallway, wearing her blue nightgown, and saw Kerry kneeling
at Master N’s feet, while he held his enormous cock in his hand. She could see it
glistening with Kerry’s saliva in the dim light of the hallway lamp overhead. She
saw Master N look at her; he was so handsome—even more handsome, and more muscular,
than Master Leo—that she felt her knees tremble at the sight.

There was a pause that seemed like it would go on forever. Master N seemed to be expecting
something from her, and she made a wild—but, really, she thought, fairly well informed—guess,
and fell to her knees. Then she remembered about her eyes, and turned them to her
master’s cock.

“Very nice, Rose,” said Master N. “You hesitated, but that is not a terrible thing.
I worried for a moment that Kerry had forgotten to tell you protocol number one.”

Protocol number one must be something about kneeling, Rose thought almost idly as
she saw Master N coming toward her.

“Where were you going, Rose?” he asked.

“To the bathroom, Master,” she said.

“Did Kerry not have you pee already?”

“She did, Master.”

“Why were you going to the bathroom, then?”

“To… to get my… mat and… wash it…, Master.”

“Ah,” said Master N. He turned back to Kerry. “Kerry, whose fault is it that Rose
forgot her mat in the bathroom?”

“Mine, sir,” Kerry said, with a sob.

“Thank you for acknowledging the fault. I will overlook it.”

“Thank you, Master,” Kerry breathed, with so much relief that Rose felt a strange
elation rise in her chest at the thought that this nice girl who had tried so hard
to help her would not be beaten for what seemed to Rose such a minor infraction.

But then Master N moved toward Rose, and the fluttery feeling that came into her belly
was beyond anything she had experienced with Master Leo. This enormous man had taken
her, while next to her two other girls were taken, in the foyer of this grand mansion.
She remembered the way he had simply come to her, and taken hold of her, and laid
her down so that he could enter her like a rider upon his mount, holding her arms
behind her like reins to control her and bend her to his pleasure.

He was right in front of her, now: his cock was right in front of her face. “Rose,
please listen carefully,” his deep voice said, from above her. “I am about to give
you a command. That command is ‘mouth.’ When I say ‘mouth,’ Rose, you will open your
mouth as wide as you can, and put out your tongue, curling the tongue down and over
your lower lip. Do you understand, Rose?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose said, her voice catching with fear.

“Mouth, Rose,” he said.

Rose opened her mouth, and tried to do as he had said with her tongue. “Tongue farther
out, girl,” said Master N. “There we go.” He laid his cock on her tongue, then. “What
a pretty sight. I’m going to take hold of your head, Rose, and have a little face-fuck.
You will gag, and that’s alright, but I want you to try to pretend you’re swallowing
my cock. It’s very hard at first, but you will get used to it, and when you learn
to breathe properly, taking even a cock as big as mine will be easy. Kerry, isn’t
that right?”

“Yes, Master,” Rose heard Kerry say from some distance away.

Master N did as he had said, and Rose gagged, but by the time he had thrust into her,
filling her mouth much too full, four or five times, she thought she understood about
the swallowing.

As he fucked her face, Master N said to Kerry, “After a little more of this, I’m going
to take Rose into the bathroom to wash her mat; then I’ll take her to my training
room. Where were you on your way to? Oh, Rose—that’s very nice. You’re doing so well.”

“I was going to get my kneeling mat and go to aerobics, Master.”