"Richard," the escort replied, "but he's not there. He saw her for about an hour this morning, before breakfast, then left. I went to see her after breakfast. I think she's the most gorgeous slave who's ever been here. I'd work here for free just to have her once a day."
"Thanks," said Maurice when they had reached Janet's room. Maurice was only mildly interested in the escort's opinion of Janet. The escort himself wasn't much older than twenty, and he was bound to esteem any girl who had sex with him, even a slave.
When Maurice entered Janet's quarters, she immediately sat. Since he could be mistaken for a customer, Maurice had to introduce himself.
"I am a master at DiMarcos. Did you meet a new slave this morning at breakfast, a younger girl with light brown hair and brown eyes?"
Janet didn't think she had done anything wrong, but nearly every question she had been asked in the last two weeks had been a prelude to punishment.
"Yes, sir," she answered cautiously.
"What was the slave's name?" Maurice could tell she was anxious. "I simply want to make sure we are talking about the same person."
"Jenny, sir," replied Janet.
"Good," said Maurice. "At lunch time, an escort will take you and my slave to lunch together." He turned and walked out before Janet could get out the requisite "Yes, sir."
Maurice could not help but notice that the escort had not exaggerated concerning Richard's new slave. She was stunningly beautiful, one might even say glamorous. A shame, thought Maurice, that she was Richard's slave. Richard had only three training techniques: the cane, the strap, and the whip. Maurice again found the escort and gave him instructions for lunchtime. Since he had finished with Jenny's training until later in the afternoon, he directed his steps towards the employee lounge. As Maurice entered the lounge, DiMarcos' newest employee received a visitor. Jenny had her first customer.
He was a man in his early forties who had been visiting DiMarcos' since he was a teenager. He was rather tight with his money, though, and wouldn't pay for the higher priced slaves posing around DiMarcos' new fountain. BB's were priced much more reasonably. A man could get a blow job from a BB for about the price of a pack of cigarettes. The only drawback was that the customer didn't get to pick the slave he wanted. To ensure that each BB got about the same amount of experience, customers were assigned to BB's in turn. Had Fred Brockman been able to choose between Jenny and Janet, Jenny's first experience with a customer would have been postponed.
Maurice had told Jenny, just before he left, that she could receive a customer at any time. Nevertheless, she was somewhat startled at Fred's entrance. She could hear her friends saying in their cheeriest voices, "Oh boy, Jenny, time for work," then laughing uproariously. Judging from his reaction, Fred may have thought he heard some adolescent voices when he walked in. He took one look at Jenny and muttered, "Damn, aren't you a young one. Good looking, though." He pulled off his pants and his shorts, fetched the chair from outside, and sat down. Jenny knew what she should do, but she hesitated for just a moment. Fred, who knew how slaves were expected to behave, didn't mince words.
"Get to work, slave, or I'll call the escort."
Jenny was sure that calling the escort would lead to something bad, so she hopped over to Fred and got his dick in her mouth.
"That's not how you're supposed to start," said Fred. "Do it right."
Oh, shit, do it right, yeah, sure, said Jenny to herself, and again she hesitated.
"You're supposed to say, "Yes, sir," and then do what your told," said her customer in a rather petulant voice.
Jenny spread her knees a bit to lower her body, then lowered her mouth to the appropriate level, said "Yes, sir," and halfheartedly began licking.
Now Fred, DiMarcos' loyal customer, could tell us a few things about BB's and sex. He probably wouldn't tell us, though, what he liked most about BB's, aside from their price. They were not highly efficient professionals. They would hover a moment before descending, touch tentatively before enveloping. It was sexual teasing, and Fred loved it. It wasn't the sort of contrived teasing that you would get from an experienced slave. It was genuine reluctance that was overcome, Fred liked to think, by his masculine charm. Of course, Fred also like the fact that the slave ultimately did exactly what he asked. But the foreplay, if it could be called that, was to Fred very erotic, and Jenny was at that moment fulfilling Fred's fondest desire.
Jenny, on the other hand, had parted company with sexual desire the very moment she began fulfilling Fred's. Had anyone asked, she would have said that Fred did nothing for her and never would do anything for her. Fred, however, saved the day for both of them by casually mentioning that each escort carried a heavy strap and was quite willing to use it. Jenny reacted as though she had just been struck with a strap, which was perhaps more of a reaction than Fred had wanted. All went well from that point, at least as far as Fred was concerned. When he told Jenny to blow him, she fairly breezed through it. Unlike her master, Fred was a normally endowed man. Jenny found she could do for Fred what she could not do for her master. Twenty-five minutes after entering Jenny's quarters, Fred was a happy man, though perhaps not so happy that he felt he must mention it to Jenny. Fred didn't compliment slaves very often. Compliment or not, Jenny had survived her first customer.
Her second arrived two hours after Fred left. He was a much younger man, and though Jenny was no more attracted to him than to Fred she found that this second time she was able to perform tolerably well. She took this younger man's balls in her mouth as though she wanted to, or so her customer thought. When Jenny got his cock in her mouth, she stroked him with a will, or at least a will to finish. He had a fabulous orgasm, from his point of view, and he did compliment Jenny. Like Fred, he had spent twenty-five minutes with DiMarcos' newest slave.
No sooner had Jenny's second customer left than an escort led Janet into Jenny's quarters. The escort left as quickly as he had come, leaving the two slaves alone. Jenny had not expected to see Janet prior to going to lunch, and she was terribly embarrassed when Janet appeared. Janet noticed immediately. She sat down in front of Jenny and said in a low voice, "I hope your day has been better than mine. There were two really disgusting guys in my room for an hour, and they made me switch between them every five minutes. It was blow one, screw the other, screw the first, blow the second until I thought I was going to scream. Jesus, if I could do it over, I sure wouldn't be here."
As Janet spoke, Jenny got her first chance to really look at Janet. She was beautiful. She had a nearly perfect body. Jenny had once overheard a boy say that a girl he knew looked better with her clothes off than with her clothes on, and Jenny was sure that Janet was that type of girl. But Janet didn't look like a girl at all. She had a mature look about her, a look that said she was grown up and living in the real world. Indeed, if a man had to describe the two, Jenny and Janet, he would probably say one was a pretty little girl with light brown hair and the other was a stunningly beautiful blond with a centerfold's body.
Janet's story about her last two customers was related so calmly and quietly that Jenny felt Janet's passionless description didn't match the unpleasantness of the situation. Reading Janet's words would convey more emotion than Janet's delivery of those words. After telling Jenny about the two disgusting customers, Janet lowered her voice a bit. "Are you OK, Jenny?" Jenny nodded, but said nothing. She still hadn't quite recovered from Janet's sudden entrance.
"I'm sorry for coming in like this," said Janet, as though she could read Jenny's mind. In fact, of course, Janet had no choice in the matter. "I remember my first few days here I wanted to crawl under a rock and not see anyone, especially women."
Jenny nodded again and this time managed to say "yeah" in agreement.
"Jenny, I have to tell you something even though I know you're going to hate me forever." Jenny gave Janet a perplexed look. "We're going to lunch in a few minutes," continued Janet, "and you should wash your face before you go."
Jenny went into
the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There was a conspicuous amount of cum on her chin. She wanted to die. She washed her face, but didn't want to come out of the bathroom and face Janet again. When Jenny didn't rejoin her guest, Janet walked to the opening in the wall that led to the bathroom. Without looking up, she said, "I'm really sorry Jenny. I should have found a better way to say that. I've only been here two weeks and already I've gotten a little callous."
Jenny knew Janet wasn't to blame for anything, and she finally spoke. "You didn't do anything wrong," she said quietly. "You had to tell me somehow. But ... its ... well, you know, I've never been caught with ... with a guy's cum on my face before."
"Yeah," said Janet, "it's not the make-up I would choose."
This line wasn't quite funny enough to make Jenny laugh, but it broke the ice between the two slaves.
"When did you say you got here?" asked Jenny.
"Two weeks ago," said Janet. "Like an idiot I let a girl from my school, a girl who's been kind of a rival of mine, taunt me into gambling my freedom. By now, she's told every boy in town that I lost, too. Thankfully, most of the guys from my high school are away for the summer, and even if a guy comes here he won't necessarily get me. But three of my customers have been boys from my school." Janet explained how customers were assigned to BB's, and what a BB was.
"Oh, christ," said Jenny, "I suppose I'll be getting some visits myself." Eric Shubner, a boy she couldn't stand, was probably looking for her that very moment.
"That's been the hardest part for me so far," said Janet. Jenny didn't want to say so, but it seemed to her that Janet would surely get multiple visits from every boy who had ever laid eyes on her. "But," continued Janet, "I've got to take it as best I can. I'll be out of here some day. It just can't be soon enough."
"How long do you have to stay, I mean be here?" asked Jenny.
"Four and half years," said Janet quietly.
Four and one half years? Janet's multiples must have been astronomical, thought Jenny. How could she possibly be upbeat with that in front of her?
"What about you?" asked Janet. "I hope you have less time to do than I do."
"Three and a half years," answered Jenny, "and I haven't even finished one day yet."
"Hey, you'll be out of here before I will," said Janet.
Jenny thought Janet's positive attitude was ridiculous. Just then the escort walked in and Janet and Jenny both dropped to the floor.
"Damn," said the escort, eyeing the two slaves, "I'm not sure I'll ever get used to having this much good looking pussy around. You two put on your leashes. Time for lunch." Once Jenny and Janet were leashed and following the escort to the restaurant, they looked at each other and made a face.
Jenny ate a hearty lunch. She felt quite comfortable with Janet sitting next to her, but she avoided talking to the other slaves, just as she had at breakfast. After lunch, the escort led Jenny and Janet back to their own quarters. Jenny had no sooner returned from lunch, when she had a customer. The third was quickly followed by a fourth and a fifth, and Jenny had finished her requisite five customers less than two hours after wolfing down a piece of lemon meringue pie at lunch. Her last three customers thought she was quite good.
Now one day and five strange men can't turn a girl into a slave. Indeed, if a strong-willed girl does not wish to become a slave, she can make things difficult for her owners even though she may make it very unpleasant for herself. Sometimes, though, people can use compulsion as an excuse to try something they might not otherwise attempt, or to explore some secret, but frightening, desire. A child, for example, will tell his parents that he had to go someplace forbidden because all his friends went there. This is called the I-had-to-go excuse. Jenny had never for a moment secretly wanted to become a slave, and she was not happy now that she was one. That did not mean, though, that she could not be persuaded to behave as her master wished. Her master had it in mind to appeal to the natural tendency of a teenager to try something new, perhaps even to misbehave. As Maurice intended to put it to Jenny, in so many words, "You can be as wicked as you want to be, if you consider sex to be wicked. No one will ever blame you for it."
It was this rationalization with which Maurice hoped to tempt Jenny. He knew, though, that he would have to proceed cautiously. He would have to gently lead her to the desired conclusion. The key was to get her thinking about being bad, just as he had got her thinking about punishment that morning. When he walked in, Jenny was lying on her bed on the floor, but she was awake. She had nothing to do and could go nowhere, so part of her was happy to see her master. As soon as she had assumed her sitting position, however, she realized that she would have to improve on her morning performance, but there was only one improvement her master would ask for and that improvement she thought impossible. He took his clothes off and sat in front of her. She began where she knew she must, licking then taking his balls in her mouth and working her tongue around and under them. She still didn't like it at all, and she was sure it would be a long time before she got used to it.
Maurice, though, could tell that she had changed since that morning, being on the sensitive end of things as he was. He let her go on for fifteen minutes before signaling that he wanted her to blow him. Instead of letting her proceed, though, he gently pulled her off and said, "You were good today, weren't you?"
"I, I don't understand the question, master," said Jenny slowly.
"To your customers, I mean," he said softly. "I can tell you were good to your customers."
Jenny felt a bit sheepish. It was a compliment – wasn't it? – but she didn't know whether she wanted such a compliment. Maurice had put Jenny in a bind with his question, and he now tried to make the bindings feel good.
"Weren't you good today? Didn't one of your customers say you were good?" and his voice was very soothing.
"Yes, master," said Jenny, embarrassed to admit it.
"Like I said, I can tell," he replied. He now changed the subject. "Tell me," he went on in the same voice, "did one of your girlfriends ever do something that you thought was really outrageous?"
Maurice wanted to ask this question about Jenny, but he knew she wasn't ready to talk about herself. She might be willing to attribute her own doings to someone else, though. If not, he would at least find out what Jenny considered outrageous. Jenny didn't read anything into Maurice's question, though she was startled by it. It seemed to come from nowhere. "Alicia was the wild one in our group," she said. "She once took a pee off a balcony. She was on her back and she was trying to point it up so she would pee over the edge of the balcony like a man. She was kinda drunk."
Jenny stopped for a moment. "When you end a story or a long statement," said Maurice, "you should say, 'That's all, master.' Then I'll know you're done. What else did Alicia do?"
"Once four of us were in a car driving on the freeway," said Jenny, "and Alicia was in the passenger seat. We got behind a big truck that was loaded with Army guys. A couple of them were motioning with their hands like you would if you were pulling up your shirt. Alicia laughed and said they wanted her to pull up her blouse. So she did. They all clapped and then they all made motions like pulling up a dress. Alicia really laughed this time, they laughed back, and Alicia pulled up her skirt. That was it, though. They wanted her to take off her panties, but that's when we took an exit off the road. That's all, master."
"So Alicia was just a tease?" asked Maurice. "She didn't want to get any closer to the soldiers than she did?"
"No, master, I don't think so. She could talk about sex pretty openly, but there was nothing unusual about that. She had a couple of boyfriends, but she never talked about having sex with them. That's all, master."
"Didn't Alicia ever fool around behind a boyfriend's back?"
"If she did, I never heard about it, master." This question made Jenny squirm a little. One weekend, just three months ago, she met a cute boy at a party. Her boyfriend was not around. Jenny and the cute boy went for a short walk and didn't get
back for two hours. The sex had been fabulous. That was the only time she had ever done anything like that, though. It was exactly the sort of story that Maurice was hoping to hear, but he didn't get it. When he sensed that Jenny wasn't going to talk anymore, he told her try again, like that morning, to get as much of his dick in her mouth as she could. "Don't worry," he said, "you're not going to get hurt."
Maurice had purposely addressed the subject of hurting because he knew Jenny was afraid of punishment, and he wanted to keep that possibility in the forefront of her thoughts. Jenny was sufficiently sensitive to the subject of pain that she did not miss much of his meaning. As she took her master's dick in her mouth again, got him hard, and tried to stoke him as deeply as she could, Maurice delivered himself of a short monologue in which he conjectured about Alicia's behavior were she to become a slave.
"I'll bet that Alicia would hold back at little at first," said Maurice. "But then, once she had settled down a bit, she would probably start enjoying herself a little, against her will of course. She might get a little excited by one of her customers, even though she didn't want it to happen. She would probably go back and forth between enjoying it and telling herself that she shouldn't."
Maurice didn't want to go further than that. Jenny thought his suggestion was as absurd as it was obvious. I am definitely not going to enjoy being a slave, she said to herself. She did wonder, though, whether Alicia could possibly enjoy it. She couldn't definitely decide, though it seemed very unlikely to her.
Thus Maurice worked on Jenny's mind as Jenny worked on Maurice's dick. She was stroking a little deeper than she had been that morning, and to his surprise Maurice was truly getting aroused. It usually took a more skilled and experienced slave than Jenny to get him going. Maurice's overexposure to slaves, and sex with slaves, had made sex at times rather boring for him. He thought it was because some training situations were simply more erotic than others. The entertainments that Jenny would soon learn to perform would make this blow job seem very tame. Maybe, Maurice thought, it was Jenny's future under his command that was causing his arousal. Whatever was causing it, he was loving it. Jenny, he said to himself, I will make of you the best slave I have ever made. He groaned a bit as he felt himself approaching an orgasm. He wanted Jenny to hold him on the edge before finishing.
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