Melinda knelt down on the mattress next to me and wrapped her hands around my breasts, bringing my nipples to life. Instantly a slow, steady, pleasant warmth flooded through my body from her touch. Celene pushed the edge of the flesh-like dildo against my lips, and instinctively I licked it. The taste was sweet. I felt a cloud, misty and lingering, slide over my mind.
“Take it in your mouth,” said Celene
Melinda slid her fingers along my clit. “Yes, you must take it down.”
Her alacrity with touching the female form was astounding, though I was too overcome with pleasure to really notice all its subtleties. It felt good, and then it felt even better.
Slowly, I let the dildo enter my mouth, still somewhat expecting a gross, plastic-like feel to it.
But, just like it appeared, it was instead flesh-like. Soft and hard at the same time. It entered my mouth with just the slightest bit of lubrication already, which tasted faintly sweet and made me salivate all the more.
After a moment, I noticed there was something special about the dildo—it was heated. I had heard of vibrators, for dildos that shook rapidly for extra pleasure, but for it to be heated...
That warm sensation, combined with the flesh-like feel of the dildo, made it feel like I was sucking a cock for real.
The twins pushed it down my throat, ignoring my gag reflex. I choked, again and again, making odd chortling sounds. But Melinda and Celene held me in place. Melinda stroked my throat, somehow pressing on it in exactly the right way to help me relax.
“Breath through your nose, dear,” said Celene.
“Yes. You must breath through your nose. It’s the best way.”
The instinctual panic I felt began to dissipate as Melinda and Celene continued to hold me tight and coo in my ear. They were so comforting, so happy, so eager to please. I felt grateful to have their sexy, nubile bodies pressed against mine. Their lips ran up my neck and jawline in tandem, working happily to keep me calm.
“The process will take hold soon. You must trust the process.”
“Yes. Trusting the process is the best thing to do.”
Slowly, my reflex began to slide away. I became more aware of the thick length inside of my throat, how it pulsed and throbbed as it slid slowly up and down. The process was working. I would have thought that the elimination of a gag reflex would have taken days or even weeks of training, but whatever they were doing to me...it was working.
It was a sort of scary thought. But more than that, it turned me on. I liked that they were changing me into something new. I felt pride surge through me at this new ability I had, to take a cock as big as this.
“You’re so able,” Celene marveled. “It took me days to hold it in like you’re doing.”
“Yes. So very able. You should be proud of yourself, slave. You are such an incredible find.”
Again, at their words, I felt pride spike through my body. I liked being praised for this sort of work.
Maybe that was all part of it. Maybe that was all some aspect of what they were doing to me. I didn’t care, though. It felt too good to care.
Celene slowly slid the cock out of my mouth and handed it to Melinda.
“Later, we’ll have you swallow what you earn,” said Celene. “But for now, entering is enough.”
“Yes,” said Melinda. “We must take our time, and train you correctly.”
Celene laid me back on the bed, sliding up against me. Now it was Melinda who led the show. She spread my legs apart, sliding her tongue up the dildo worshipfully before slowly lowering it down to my cunt.
“You have to be fucked properly,” said Celene.
“Yes. We have to know you can take Master’s cock.”
For a few moments, I thought about how his cock would no doubt be unprotected when it entered me. Celene and Melinda had told me how the water I drank every day was laced with birth control medication. But at that moment, I also thought of something even more pressing.
“I-I’m a-a virgin,” I said weakly.
Celene's eyes widened slightly. “So?”
“Yes. So?”
“I...I-I just...I thought you should know...ooh!”
Melinda pushed the dildo forward into my entrance. The head of the great object was so enormous. It entered my virgin cunt slowly, pushing in to my canal. My muscles stretched, trying to grip it tight.
It passed all my natural resistances quickly. There was pain, but then pleasure as the process took over. The soft lubrication from the dildo absorbing into my body, doing its work.
“You are doing so well,” said Celene. “You are being such a very good slave.”
“Yes,” said Melinda, fucking me harder and harder with the dildo. “You are being very good.”
That spiked my pleasure again, being told I was good. Even as Melinda fucked me harder with the dildo, shoving it in and out roughly into my virgin pussy, Celene licked my nipples and rubbed her fingers on my clit. I knew I was going to cum soon. I didn't feel like I had a choice.
This all felt so gloriously good. I was so happy to serve. So happy to submit to their will, the will of these slaves. The will of my Master. I knew he wanted me trained; I knew he wanted me to want this dildo inside of my body. And I did, at that moment, more than anything. I moaned, my hips bucking, as a sweet warmth poured out from my clit and pulsed through the entirety of my body.
First it spread through my legs, spasming them and straightening them out, and then my whole upper body with rigid and soft, rigid and soft as I came, squeezing my pussy muscles tight on the dildo inside of me.
The whole time I came, I cried out with mad, hot lust. It all felt so very good. I was so grateful to be there, so grateful to be a slave with Melinda and Celene.
Finally, the pleasure ebbed off, and Celene kissed my forehead.
“That’s very good.”
“Yes. Very good,” said Melinda, sliding the dildo out of my dripping cunt with a wicked grin lighting up her face. “Now, let’s see you take it in your mouth again.”
* * * * *
Backstage in the auction house, the selling was well underway. The gentle Yoron girl I had helped fetched a fair price of three hundred thousand goldoons. Celene and Melinda had estimated, before I left, that they expected I might catch as much as four hundred thousand. They were being complimentary. The two of them together—a matched pair, and so therefore quite rare—had caught upward of five hundred thousand for the pleasure of their lifelong service.
The line in front of me up the metal steps out to the platform was shortening, and shortening, and shortening. There was a feminine voice that drifted in through the speakers at odd intervals, but I could hear only the announcement to enter, and the price of the final sale of the slaves in front of me. Everything else—sights, sounds, smells—of the selling platform was completely blocked to me.
“And now it is time for one of our finest acquisitions,” said a calm, placid female voice.
Behind me, one of the guards gestured for me to step through the door and onto the platform. I stepped out, my tall heels rapping sharply on the hard surface. The platform was entirely circular, and behind me, the door was shut. All around me were tall, gorgeously muscled men. Each one with a harder body than the last. They all looked at me, their light eyes running over my splendid curves and long, long legs. My breasts rose hot in my tiny corset, threatening to pop out with each breath. Each one seemed a Brickhill man; their lithe frames and pale coloring lent credence to the theory.
The Brickhills were a landlocked country deep to the east of Talresha. For a long time, they were the sole trading partner of the Talreshan monarchy, but ever since modern times began, they had made their fortune from a strange combination of investment trading and illegal imports. Their government was unique, as far as I knew, in that it was run entirely by criminals, each with their own cadre of thugs and enterprises, and yet all followed a simple inviolate code of conduct that protected the citizenry.
But why were the
se men there, now? Was part of the auction to see me used and abused? To have this collection of young, hard men to push me down on the ground and fuck my slave face until my belly was swollen with cum? Would they each fuck me in turn as the Masters watched, noting how well I responded to the submission?
It made so much sense, I thought. That was why the platform was shut off from the rest of the slave backstage. They didn’t want anyone getting cold feet. My breaths rose quickly, a flush flooding my chest and neck. I wanted it. I wanted to be taken by all of them.
But just as soon as my pussy warmed over with the thought of facing so many men for the enjoyment of a collection of Masters, they Brickhill slaves all stepped down off the platform, revealing a circle of mirrors.
It was all part of the show, I realized with some disappointment. They showed the immense masculinity of the collected male slaves to highlight my own femininity. It made sense, but I could not help but feel pangs of desire follow the exit of the Brickhill slaves.
In the mirrors surrounding the platform, I could see my gorgeous reflection clearly, the way my corset sparkled with jewels, contrasting so brilliantly against the deep natural tan of my skin. The mirrors were no doubt the sort that from interrogation rooms that I had seen in movies about police; people on the other side were watching. I could feel their eyes on me.
I liked their eyes on me. Quickly, I forgot all about the Brickhill slaves. I wanted these Masters to want me.
“This slave is brand new,” said the voice. “A Talreshan, as you can plainly see. She came to us as a natural submissive. She is happy to obey and even happier to serve. Her body is all natural, no surgeries. She is just barely eighteen, and—note her eyes, gentleman. Such a deep, bright green.”
I was allowed to pose for a bit.
“Let’s start the bidding at fifty thousand, shall we? Do I hear fifty?” There was a ding from one of the panels. “Fifty. Can we go as high as one hundred thousand?” Ding. “One hundred. The current bid is one hundred thousand. Is there as much as one hundred fifty thousand? One hundred fifty thousand for this exquisite beauty?” Ding ding. “Two bids. The current bid is at two hundred fifty thousand. Is there room in our pockets for more? Two hundred fifty thousand. Going once—” Ding.
It went on like this for several minutes. My heart couldn’t stop racing. Within just a number of seconds, I had eclipsed Celene and Melinda’s price—and then it kept going up!
By the time the bidding had ended, I was barely able to understand the numbers that had been thrown out. It was too much—far too much! And yet it was real! I wanted to stay on the platform forever; I wanted all of them to keep wanting me, to keep raising the price.
But, a guard opened the door and called me back, and I had to obey.
I stepped backstage and met the other slaves. Some stared at me with contempt, but a few rare souls had wide, happy smiles on their faces.
The Yoron from earlier met me with an excited smile on her face.
“One million guldoons!” she hugged me tight, her tits crushing on top of my own. “I can’t believe it. I can barely even fathom that much money! You’re so lucky. Your new Master wants you so very badly.”
I nodded, feeling giddy. Whoever bought me wanted me more than he wanted quite a lot else.
I hoped so terribly much that I might like him even a fraction as much I adored my Trainer, the one Master who I knew would never own me.
* * * * *
Melinda and Celene, as sweet as they were, still had that trademark Talreshan relentlessness. They fucked me all day and night with the special dildo—and then just as I had gotten the hang of that, they started to use two dildos.
“You must learn to fuck two men at once,” Celene would say.
“Yes. You must learn to do anything at all that Master might require of you.”
After perhaps a week of their training, finally I was to learn just what Master would want of me. Even though he was only my Trainer, not my real Master, I was required to call him “Master” at all times. The failure to do so would result in severe punishment.
I didn't mind. It felt good to recognize that I had a Master. It felt like that was my place. The proper place of a submissive sex toy like what I was born to be.
One morning, Celene and Melinda woke me, as they always did, but this time, instead of following me inside the training room, they stood at the door and pointed inside.
“You must go in and learn,” said Celene.
“Yes. It is so important that you learn well, today, and make us proud.”
My heart fluttered. I knew already what this meant. I stepped inside and then quickly settled down to my knees, crawling forward to the bed as I had been trained.
Inside, standing in front of the bed, was Master. I had learned, over the time of my training, that his name was Franklin, but to me he would only ever be Master.
He wore a loose pair of cloth pants and a tight white a-frame shirt. His torso muscles were broad and thick, stretching out the material of the shirt. His face was crafted in a harsh, handsome way, with a hawk-like nose and fierce, burning dark eyes. Looking at him, just briefly, I felt as though he could set me on fire with his gaze.
But, mostly I kept my eyes on the ground, as was proper.
“Look at me.”
I raised my head. “Yes, Master.”
He was clearly a Berokian man. His short hair was styled in the typical Berokian manner, with curls falling just above his eyes. Surprised entered me slowly, like a hesitant lover. I thought for sure he would have been Talreshan—like myself, Celene, and Melinda—but I suppose that was only coincidence.
Was I in Berok, then? Sudden, foolish daydreams entered my thoughts of seeing the many sights that the old country boasted—going up the Towers of Por, or the standing before the Arch of Victory with his hands around my waist.
“Do you know what this is?”
He held up a thick leather loop in his hands.
“Yes, Master.”
“Tell me.”
“It is a collar, Master.”
“And what does it mean?”
“If I wear it, if I am allowed to, it means that I am properly trained, Master. It means that I am ready to be owned in a True House, and am no longer in need of processing.”
“Do you think you are ready for this collar?”
“Such decisions are best left to experts,” I said deftly. “I would not presume upon the opinions of a Master or his chosen servants.”
He harrumphed. “You’ve got some manners, I suppose.”
He slid a hand through my thick hair and then down my naked back. I shivered as his fingertips dug into my spine.
“Thank you, Master. I am glad to have anything at all that you say.”
“Oh ho!” he said with a smile. “Clever too, hmm?”
“I am whatever you require, Master.”
He took his hands off me, then, tossing the collar to the corner of the room. With much deliberation, I did not let me disappointment show.
“You did very well with the girls, or so they reported,” he said. “But now we must find out how good you are with me.”
“Of course, Master.
A million questions ran through my mind, questions I knew that the girls would never been able to answer. What manner of slave was I to be? How long would my service be? Would I be able to live in servitude forever, as my heart so truly desired?
But, as if by instinct, all I said was, “I live to obey, Master. Please, instruct me?”
He pushed me down onto the mattress. I let my legs fall outward, readying myself for him. He inspected me slowly, looking up and down. His fingers traced lines around my torso, and my pussy pulsed with excitement.
“They told me you were a virgin. How is that so? You're very beautiful.”
“I was waiting for the right one to be with. I wanted it to be...to be special.”
That did something to him, all right. His cock stirred visibly.
“Kne
el before me.”
I did as he asked, moving up off my back and resuming my kneeling position from before. My eyes remained deferent, staring only at his feet.
“Bring me to hardness, slave.”
“With my mouth or my hands, Master?”
“Use your imagination.”
“Of course, Master. Right away, Master.”
I leaned in and slipped my hands around his cock. I held it gently, letting my mouth part. It was so big. I raised my eyebrows, highlighting my awe of it. He deserved to know his cock was terrific. Very quickly, he was completely hard. I sucked on his rod eagerly, so glad to finally know the taste of a real man's cock. It was even better than the training dildo—warmer, harder, larger. I loved every inch of it.
Groaning harshly, he pushed on top of me. His precum spurted up onto my neck, and he gathered it up and spread it over my naked breasts. In just a matter of seconds, he was fucking my thick tits. His cock was enormous, and pushed against my lips as he pushed his hot rod through the soft valley of my breasts.
“Take my cock, slave,” he ordered. “Take it how you were taught.”
Moaning, I did exactly as he said, craning my neck forward to wrap my legs around his hardness. This seemed to excite him all the more, and after giving my tits a few more forceful strokes, he pushed up higher on my torso and pushed himself completely into my mouth.
His fucking only intensified as he rammed his cock into my skull. I could not protest even if I wanted to, which I absolutely did not. I loved it. He was using me. He used me like property, like the sex slave I had become. There was no thought to me as a person, only as an object. His cock bulged in my throat, and he fucked my skull so hard I thought my brains would melt.
With an enormous, shuddering groan, he came into my mouth. Still spurting wildly, his seed so fresh and warm, he pulled out, spraying onto my face. I licked it all up, gasping and heaving, trying to stay conscious after the brutal, hardcore fucking my head had just received.
When I was finally able to recover, I noticed a fair amount of surprise on his face. It was surprise at himself, I noted—he had not thought, perhaps, that he would be overcome with lust so quickly for me.
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