by Dagny Aldan
The car drove away, and Isabel felt a moment of panic, realising she had no idea where to go from this place if she left it. It was a sense of vulnerability that she did not like.
“Take your clothes off.”
Isabel turned to Lena, who was standing on the steps leading to the huge front door. She swallowed against a dry mouth and started undressing. First her jacket, top and bra came off, she folded them and set them on the ground with her panties. Then she stepped out of her shoes and slid her skirt down her legs. Once the skirt had been folded she put it with the rest and put the pile on top of her shoes, picking all of it up and straightening up. She was aware of the air on her bare flesh, but she focused on what she was doing, holding the clothing out to Lena, who took them and put them in a bag. Out of the bag she took a simple silver collar and stepped forward. Isabel eyed the collar with a mixture of apprehension and dread.
“This collar is a symbol of your enslavement to your Masters, the Dukes and Duchesses of the Dukedom. You will wear it with pride and submission, and from this day you will obey and not question your masters. Do you understand?”
Isabel swallowed and knelt down before Lena. The stone was warm under her shins as she lifted her chin to allow Lena to put the collar on her. It was cold against her skin and just slightly tight. Lena put the two ends together and took a small device out of her jacket pocket. Isabel pushed her hair out of the way. There was a flash of white light and she could feel heat near her skin. Lena was sealing the collar shut around her neck.
“There,” murmured Lena, and she blew on the collar to help it cool. The collar’s ends had a low melting point and had fused together without any damage to Isabel’s skin. Still it was hot when Lena let go and it rested against her skin. “Now, you will crawl after me into the Dukedom and the Esquires will take you from there.”
Isabel’s stomach twisted, but she nodded obediently, her eyes fixed on Lena’s shoes. Lena stroked her hair briefly and then started walking up the stairs. Isabel followed. She heard Lena knock on the door and it creaked open.
“Duchess Lena, welcome back to the Dukedom,” said a man’s voice.
“Thank you Justin,” said Lena stepping over the threshold. Isabel kept her eyes on the shiny shoes and crawled after her.
“Good trip?” asked Justin.
“Perfectly smooth,” said Lena. “This is slave Isabel. Please take her down to the cells so she can meet the other slaves before the welcoming ceremony.”
“Yes Duchess,” said Justin.
“Isabel, follow Justin and obey him as you would me,” said Lena, and then she was walking away. Isabel curled her fingers against the beautiful mosaic floor to keep herself from following her. Justin did not speak, but she watched his shiny leather shoes as he paced around her, where she was sitting on her heels. He stopped behind her and a finger hooked under her new collar, tugging her head back. She did not resist, but kept her eyes averted, unsure if she was allowed to look directly at someone.
“Well, aren’t you pretty,” murmured Justin. He had a smooth, buttery voice and she could feel strength in his pull on her throat. She shivered and her eyes closed. “We’ve been waiting for you Isabel, did you know that?”
“No sir,” she murmured. The finger pulled on her collar enough to bite into her skin and her eyes flew open. She caught a glimpse of handsome Asian features, then looked away. He chuckled, then let go of her collar.
“Come with me,” he ordered and strode across the room. Isabel followed him, scurrying to keep up, her breasts bouncing with every motion. She missed her bra. They moved into a darker corridor, with wooden floors that were easier on her knees and hands. She peeked up at the walls, taking in grand paintings and statuettes. Justin was wearing a pair of tight black trousers and a simple white shirt. A green silk cummerbund hugged his narrow waist, and Isabel remembered Lena telling her that the colour of the cummerbunds denoted the power of the Esquires. Green was the highest, the closest to Dukes and Duchesses. The other Esquires would answer to Justin.
Justin turned to the left and opened a door, entering the room. Isabel inhaled to brace herself, unwilling but accepting that she would have to face her old classmates, then followed him in. The room was small, with low, long fainting couches and some items that did not look like they belonged. A St. Andrew’s Cross against one wall, a bench with restraints, and whips, paddles and crops on the wall.
There were no other people in the room.
“The slaves can wait a few minutes,” said Justin, as if reading her confusion. “I want to test out the newest slave.”
Isabel’s head snapped up before she could stop herself. She got a full look at Justin’s handsome, stern face, then quickly dropped her gaze to the floor as she sat back on her heels and pushed out her chest like Lena had taught her to. Justin chuckled and he sat down in front of her.
“The Grand Duke has been waiting for you, Isabel. I know he’ll be eager for you to show him what a good little slut you are.”
Isabel flushed and pressed her lips together. She listened to the sound of clothes rustling and a zipper going down. Her lips parted and her breathing picked up.
“Come here slave,” crooned Justin. Isabel crawled to the chair and finally lifted her eyes. The first thing she noticed was the erect cock he had freed from his trousers. It was long and hard, the tip slightly wet, the foreskin a bit of a surprise. She knew what it was, but only now realised she had never seen one up close.
“Suck me,” Justin ordered. Isabel hesitated, she felt odd being ordered to suck the cock of a man she had just met, but she knew that she was literally here to be fucked and used by dozens of people she had never met. Justin smacked her cheek impatiently, “I thought you were going to be good at following orders.”
“Sorry sir,” she mumbled, edging forward and reaching for his cock.
“No hands,” said Justin. Isabel dropped her hands to her lap and leaned forward, opening her mouth and catching the tip. She used her tongue to get the head into her mouth, then wrapped her lips around him properly and sucked gently. Justin hummed softly, the sound carrying through his body. Isabel inhaled his scent, musky and slightly spicy, and sucked on the head like it was a sweet, flicking her tongue into the slit. Hans had loved it when she did that. So too did Justin as he groaned. Then his hands curled around her head and it was the only warning she got before he lifted his hips, pushing his cock deep into her mouth.
“We don’t have time for teasing slave, now swallow me down like a good slut.”
Isabel gagged and for a moment her whole body rebelled against his action, but then she gave into it and made her mouth into a sheath for his cock. Lena had trained her for this over the past few weeks, helping her overcome her gag reflex and accept being used as a hole to fuck. But a toy was nothing compared to the feel and smell of a real cock using her mouth for pleasure and Isabel moaned as Justin held her head between his hands and started dragging her head up and down so she was bobbing around his cock. The spongy flesh rubbed over her tongue and nudged the back of her throat.
“Hm, choke on me, that’s it,” Justin encouraged, “Hurry, faster!”
“Ngh!” Isabel grunted as she tried to swallow him down, hoping that would please and arouse. She wanted to touch this stranger, feel the way his stomach would be rippling and twitching, maybe play with his nipples if he would allow it. But he only wanted her mouth, so she focused on relaxing her jaw.
“Ok, ok, enough,” Justin hissed, grabbing her hair and pulling her off him. Isabel let out an involuntary whine of protest. “Don’t worry, I’m not done yet, just need better movement,” he muttered. He gathered her hair into a tail at the back of her head, standing up and pulling Isabel’s mouth back onto his cock. Now he could buck his hips and really fuck her hole. Isabel gagged and choked as he used her hard. His grip on her hair gave him the ability to move her head as he wish.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, swallow my cum, you hear me slave, swallow every bit of it and thank me
for the privilege,” groaned Justin, his movements forcing tears out of her eyes as she gagged around him. It was unlike anything she had every experienced, he was just using her, not caring how much it hurt or whether she was enjoying it. Yet Isabel could not say she was distressed by the treatment. It felt almost surreal, a dream save for the fact that the sensations were too painful to be anything but real.
This man did not care who she was, or what she had done, she was just a slave for him to use as he wished. It ought to have been insulting, but it was a relief in its own way.
Justin pushed Isabel’s head down onto his cock, forcing her nose against the zipper of his trousers. With a loud groan and jerky twitches of his hips, Isabel felt his seed hit the back of her throat. She swallowed over and over again, trying not to gag, until Justin let her go and fell back onto his chair, panting softly. Isabel gasped for air, stunned and dazed at how quick it had all been. Between her thighs she could feel her wet arousal, and she coughed.
Justin chuckled and tucked himself away.
“Turn around and present yourself.”
Isabel turned on her knees and bent forward, resting her head on the floor. She knew he could see the shine of arousal coating her pussy and her thighs. Justin’s hands curled around her hips and he pulled her backwards, lifting her up until she was climbing up onto the chair, straddling his lap, with her hands pressing into the floor.
“Hmm,” murmured Justin, letting go of her hips and tracing a fingertip over her left ass cheek. “Tell me Isabel. Why are you here?”
Isabel let out a soft breath of relief, she could answer that question easily enough.
“Duchess Lena said this is where all the heirs come to learn to be good rulers. We’re here to be taught how to submit, so we can ensure that our rule is just and for the people, not selfish and aggressive.”
“Hmmm.” Justin’s finger traced around her labia, stroking the bare, sensitive skin between her thighs. Isabel pressed her lips together to keep quiet, she was not sure whether she was allowed to make any sounds. “Why do you need to learn this?”
“Because the world was nearly destroyed by aggressive and posturing politicians, who were grasping and self-indulgent. We –we need to remember that we serve the people, not –oh!” Justin had just touched her clit, tracing his finger up and down. “Not the other way around.”
“And do you believe that?” asked Justin, gently massaging her clit. Isabel bit on the inside of her cheek to suppress a moan. Her arms were starting to tremble slightly, she could hold herself up easily enough, but Justin’s ministrations were making it hard to focus.
“I d-don’t understand the question, sir –Ah!” Justin had smacked her ass hard, then returned to rubbing her clit, sending sparks through her body.
“It’s a simple question. Do you believe that you will learn anything about ruling through submission and enslavement?”
“I don’t know sir,” Isabel gasped, squeezing her eyes shut and arching her back to press into his touch. Justin spanked her again, making her gasp as the pain radiated through her backside.
“That’s not a good answer Isabel. You’ll have to do better to survive here,” said Justin, and he pushed two fingers into her, stretching her walls and forcing a grunt from her. Isabel screwed up her face in concentration. What had Lena explained to her about the Dukedom?
“S-sir, I’m sorry but I don’t k-know how to answer better,” she panted, her stomach tightening as Justin moved his fingers inside her, rubbing at her walls and sending rolls of pleasure through her. Her breasts were bouncing with her rolling hips and she worked her jaw helplessly. She tightened her walls around Justin’s fingers hard and gasped, “Please sir!”
“Please what? Do you want to come slave?”
“Yes sir!” she begged, her arms visibly trembling as she rocked her hips in time with his fingers.
“Then answer my question, do you believe in what you will be learning here?” Justin dragged his fingers against her walls, sliding a third in and earning a moan of desperation from Isabel.
“I want to believe in it. I want to be a good queen Sir, I really do!”
“So you’ll work hard and obey us?”
“Yes! Yes Sir, I want to obey, I’ll be good, I promise –please let me come Sir!”
Justin slowed his motions to a crawl, drawing a sob from Isabel,
“I suppose that is at least an honest answer,” said Justin thoughtfully. “Very well slave, you may come, come now.”
Isabel let out another sob, this one of relief and bucked her hips into his hand. Justin responded by driving his fingers into her, so hard she could hear it make a humiliating squelching sound, but she did not care, she need to come.
“Thank me slave,” commanded Justin. “Thank me for letting you come.”
“Thank you Sir! Thank you, thank you -ah!” Isabel’s voice broke as her body convulsed, tiny white explosions behind her eyelids, as the orgasm crashed through her. Her arms gave out and she landed on her forearms, whimpering when it caused Justin’s fingers to move inside her at a different angle. It squeezed out a few more ripples and she dug her nails into the floor to ground herself. Justin curled his fingers inside her and she bit into her wrist to muffle her whimpers.
Justin chuckled and dragged his fingers out of her, flicking them against her ass.
“Up!”
Isabel all but jumped to her feet, turning around and facing Justin, standing at ease. Justin laughed again.
“Well, you can take orders, but I would expect that of a soldier. You’re probably used to doing all sorts of unpleasant things because you were ordered to.”
“I followed commands because that’s what soldiers do, sir,” she replied. Justin narrowed his eyes and stood up. He wasn’t taller than her, but he loomed, dominating the space around her. She kept her eyes lowered, but when Justin grabbed her throat she instinctively grabbed his wrist, pressed her other hand to the back of his elbow and pushed. She forced Justin to bend forward, his arm twisting back.
“Isabel!” he barked as she moved to knee him in the face. Isabel let him go at once, stepping back several paces. Only now she realised that her heart was racing again, but for a very different reason. She rubbed at her throat, ducking her head as Justin straightened up, grim faced.
“I’m sorry sir,” she said.
“I should say so,” said Justin. “I take it Lena has not trained you in breath-play.”
“No sir. She has grabbed my throat before, but not as… sudden as you just did. I’m sorry, sir, it was instinct.”
Justin buried his hand in her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking him in the eyes. He did not seem angry, but he was definitely stern.
“You’ll have to unlearn that particular trait. I think a spanking will be a good reminder to control yourself.”
Isabel’s stomach flipped and she looked into his dark eyes desperately.
“If you wish it sir, but I really am sorry, please don’t be angry with me. Hit me until I bleed, but don’t be angry with me.”
Justin raised his eyebrows, apparently surprised. His hand relaxed in her hair and slid to curl around her throat again, pressing her collar against her skin. Isabel trembled and closed her eyes, more frightened of his displeasure than his physical actions. Justin pulled her against him, her nipples brushed his soft shirt as his slightly open mouth pressed against her temple.
“I think you’re going to be very interesting Isabel.”
Isabel’s eyes burned with unshed tears as she pressed closer, seeking his comfort. Justin tightened his grip on her throat, making her gag slightly and pushed her away.
“You need your punishment. Get on the bench.”
Isabel forced her eyes open and looked at the bench. It had two long pads front and back, with a horizontal padded bar in the centre. It was easy enough to figure out. Isabel climbed onto it, resting her shins on the back two padded rests, bending over the bar at the waist and resting her forearms on the
front two. Using Velcro straps Justin bound her at the wrists, just above the elbows, just behind her knees and her ankles. He then strapped her down to the waist bar so she was bent with her ass on display again, unable to move an inch.
Justin ran his hand over Isabel’s back, pushing her hair over one shoulder, then stepping back.
“I think such a dangerous act needs more than a hand or a paddle, don’t you?”
Isabel screwed up her face, already feeling close to tears.
“Yes sir.”
“Hmm, what will we chose?” asked Justin thoughtfully. Isabel swallowed and said nothing, knowing it was not a question to answer. “Ah, yes, this will do.” She heard him come back and the whistle of the item in the air. It sounded thin, and she guessed it was a cane. She pressed her lips together and shifted on the bench.
“Frightened?” asked Justin just behind her.
“No sir, I deserve this,” she replied. This was part of the reason she loved being dominated. It was honest. This man was a stranger, but there was no way to misunderstand him, because he told her what he wanted from her. She could just obey and not worry about anything else. The world fell away when she was following orders.
The first strike brought her out of her musings. It was a cane, a small one, but it stung on impact. Isabel stayed quiet, she had earned this punishment and would take it with grace. Justin hit her a few more times, then stopped, running his hand over her stinging ass.
“I would like to leave you with a heavily marked ass, but that would be inappropriate before the welcoming ceremony. And you clearly have a tolerance for pain. So what to do with you?”
Isabel squirmed, the anxiety that she would not be punished and forgiven starting to rise.
