by Madison Faye
“Good. Now put them on, and let’s go.”
6
Johanna
“Now stand right there.”
It wasn’t just my face that was burning hot anymore, it was my whole body — a chilling flush that crept through all of me.
I stood in the center of a cold, dimly lit room, my hands clasped and twisting in front of me as I looked at the floor. I could feel eyes on me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up. When we’d walked — or rather, when Mr. Pike had pulled me in — there’d been two other mean-looking men in the room, with the shadowy shapes of two others in the far corner.
And I could feel all of them looking at me.
The lingerie was black, and lacy, and completely see through. It felt expensive — definitely more expensive than anything else that I’d ever worn. The black, low-dipping bra cupped my breasts, but I knew my pink nipples were completely visible through it. And the panties — my God. They were definitely like nothing I’d ever worn. I mean, I wore underwear — plain, white, occasionally grey, utilitarian underwear.
That is not what I was wearing in that room.
A thong. I knew what it was called because of Peggy, of course, but I’d never ever worn one. Peggy had showed me some of hers before, but I couldn’t imagine wearing something that didn’t even cover your butt like that. And yet, here I was, wearing one.
…In a room full of strange men.
“So what do we think?” Mr. Pike chuckled. “Looks like I picked up a pretty sweet deal on this one, huh fellas?”
The two other mean-looking men laughed, sending a chill through my body.
“Shit, I’ll say, boss,” one muttered in a gravelly voice. I could feel the voice move towards me, and I flinched.
He laughed.
“Squirrelly little thing, ain’t she?”
Mr. Pike chuckled. “Sure is, sure is. This one’s going to break real nice. I’ve already made some calls to some of the, ahem, new buyers, and they’re chomping at the bit for this one.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, clutching my hands tightly, and hoping I could somehow force myself into tight little ball and just roll away into the shadows.
But I knew that wasn’t happening. I was here — and wherever here was, it was like a nightmare that I was trapped in now.
“So what do you say? Think you two are up for breakin’ this one—”
“We got this one, boss.”
The new voice sounded different. It sounded strong, and supremely confident.
And it sounded nice.
I glanced up, and my eyes went wide.
The voice belonged to the blond cowboy from the farm the other day, and right next to him stood his darker-haired friend. The two of them had their eyes locked on me, but where the eyes of the other men in the room felt like daggers pricking my skin, these two felt like soothing balm.
A comfort.
I still blushed of course, trembling as I felt their eyes dip down over me. I felt embarrassed at them seeing me like this — dressed like this like some sort of awkward stripper standing in the middle of that room. And yet, while part of me was mortified at them seeing me like this, the other part of me glowed a little bit. They were strangers, and I’d never even spoken to them, but somehow them being here was a comfort right then.
Even if I didn’t know them at all, there was something good in those eyes.
And I had to hang on to what was good in a place like that.
“You two, huh?”
Mr. Pike and the two other guys chuckled.
“Well well, suddenly deciding to step up and be big boys with a big boy job?” one of the guys muttered.
“You ain’t never taken on a training before, fellas,” the other one growled, scratching his chin.
The two cowboys nodded, the darker-haired one shrugging casually and confidently. “First time for everything.” He smiled as he turned his eyes back to me. “Plus it seems a waste to pass up a chance to break this one in,” he added with a dark chuckle.
I froze, my throat closing up as Mr. Pike and his two buddies chuckled. But the dark-haired cowboy suddenly met my eye, and winked. It wasn’t a creepy wink either, it was somehow comforting.
“You two, huh?” Mr. Pike stepped cleared his throat and beckoned them forward. “Really. And why the change of heart? You two dipshits always seemed get all squeamish about trainin’ girls before.”
“Maybe she’s just our type.” The blonde cowboy grinned, licking his lips.
The other three laughed loudly.
“Well, well. Okay then.” Mr. Pike glanced back at me, his eyes oozing over me and making me shiver.
“Colt, Roman.” He glanced at the blond guy first, making him Colt, and then Roman, the dark-haired one.
Colt and Roman — those were their names. They suited them, as weird a thought as that was for the moment.
“You’re on this one, then,” Mr. Pike said coldly. “You understand the rules?”
The two cowboys nodded.
“Good. Don’t disappoint me on this one. Understand?”
Mr. Pike turned back to me, his lips pulling back in a wicked smile as he grinned at me.
“Oh, get ready, little filly, These two boys?” He chuckled as he jerked a thumb back at the rough looking, fierce-eyed cowboys.
“These two are going break you in. And when they’re done with you?” He grinned. “You’ll be a good little whore for me to sell, understand?”
A single tear started to fall down my cheeks as he turned to Colt and Roman. “Take her away, boys.”
7
Colt
I’d almost killed him back there. Debt or not, stakes be damned, I’d almost choked the life out of him myself for putting his hands on her. Watching Jeb Pike talk to her like that, and touch her like that?
Shit, I’d almost lost it all.
And now we were walking her back to her new room, and she looked freaked the fuck out.
I mean, she should have been, given what the fuck had just happened to her.
Just the same, it was taking every damn ounce of my willpower to keep my eyes from drinking her in, dressed like that in the lingerie he’d stuck her in. Yeah, I hated that Jeb had made her put it on, but damn did she look good enough to fucking eat in that getup. Her full tits, with those dusky pink nipples that I could fucking see through that lacy bra, curves to die for, legs for days, that dark little patch of hair I could see between her legs through the panties, that tight little ass split by the thong.
Hell, I wanted to pin her to the wall, crush my lips to hers, run my hands and tongue over every fucking inch of her before I plunged my cock balls deep in that tight little body.
But I held back. I swallowed that down. This girl was freaked out, and I sure as fuck wasn’t going to be the creepy asshole freaking her out even more. That ain’t what she needed then, even if the bare skin of her arm under my fingers felt like fucking temptation personified.
“What’s your name?” I said hoarsely, swallowing the lust in my throat.
“Why am I here?”
“Because you got turned into a bargaining chip,” Roman muttered.
“What?”
“You got sold, darlin,” I growled.
She trembled, goosebumps breaking out on her skin. “Sold?”
“You know what this place is?”
She shook her head. “Mr. Pike said it something about training and…” she trailed off, shivering again.
“This here’s a school, for girls who’ll be owned.”
She balked.
“Rich, old guys, who’ve got the money to pay for some cute little thing like yourself on their arm when they walk into their yacht parties or fundraising galas. Most of the girls are here willingly, because the money’s good, but…” I trailed off, shaking my head and scowling.
“What’s the training?”
I glanced at Roman. We knew what it was, we’d been here long enough. We’d never been a part of that training, of c
ourse. We just did odd jobs here at the ranch, but we’d volunteered this time. This time, the thought of someone else “training” a girl like this was too much to bear.
The “training” was getting the girls knowing what was good — teaching them how to move, how to bat their eyes, how be perfect cock suckers. How to spread those legs, how to bend over submissively and offer up their ass with “please sir” on their lips.
That was the training he wanted us to start with her. And God help me, I was hard as steel in my jeans just thinking of it, no matter how fucked up it was.
I mean, the idea of teaching all those things to a girl like this? A girl as fucking sweet as original sin and pure as the driven snow? I knew it was wrong, and I knew she was there against her will, ready to be sold. But I was only a man, and a girl with a body like that, lips like those, and that innocence surrounding her does things to a red-blooded man.
“What’s your name, honey?” Roman said, softer this time as we led her up the stairs to the room that’d be hers for the short time she was here.
“Johanna,” she said quietly. “Or Jo. That’s what my uncle calls me.”
She looked like she was in shock.
“What do you want to be called?”
“Johanna,” she said softly
She didn’t look up was we stepped into her new room. The place was spacious, and elegant, I’ll say that. The barn rooms were where the girls first got put, but after Jeb passed them along for training, they stayed in rooms like these — rooms built for fucking princesses. The place was all whites and silvers, a huge king-size bed dominating one wall, and gorgeous views of the hills through giant windows along another — barred, of course.
We stopped in the middle of the room, and I glanced at Roman again.
This was going to be the shitty part.
“We need you to strip.”
The words seemed to catch her off guard, and her head suddenly whipped around, her eyes wide.
“What?”
“Take your clothes off, Johanna.”
She swallowed, her face pale and her eyes blinking quickly. It’s not like she was unaware that she was basically already naked in front of us, with the outfit she had on. But I think it was the sudden swing of power, and the way I was suddenly wielding that power.
“Here’s the deal,” I said softly. “We ain’t gonna hurt you. We’re not gonna force you, but you gotta know, this is beyond us.” I held her eyes with mine. “I need you to follow what we tell you to do, for your sake and for ours.”
“Mostly yours, trust us,” Roman growled.
Her eyes darted between us, her chest rising and falling quickly. “What is the training?”
“How to please.”
I wasn’t going to sugarcoat this. I could have, but something told me this girl needed to hear this. If anything, just to understand how serious the situation was.
“How to make a man come.” Some sick part of me definitely got harder at the look in her big blue eyes when I said that part.
“How to use that body, and those sweet lips of yours to do things to a man.”
She shivered, eyes darting between us as if suddenly aware of how much bigger than her we both were, looming over her small body.
“We ain’t gonna force you,” I said again, a little softer this time. “But Johanna? We all have to do this. Now take those off,” I said evenly, nodding at her lingerie.
She sucked that bottom lip between her teeth, and damn did it make me want to kiss her harder than I’d ever kissed anyone in my life.
“Will you look away?”
“No.”
She swallowed, shivering slightly.
“We need to get you ready,” Roman muttered. “We have to get you washed up, shaved, all of it.”
Her eyes went wide. “Shaved?”
I nodded at the hair between her legs and she went bright red.
“Oh.”
She dropped her eyes to the ground, fingers toying with each other in a way that made me want to bring her close and protect her against all of this shit. But I couldn’t. This girl might have had some sort of insane draw on me, but I didn’t know her. I might have been unable to tear my eyes away from her, or stop my fucking head from thinking of her every damn second since I’d seen her, but I had to remember the debt.
We had to remember that, I thought, seeing my own torn look mirrored across from me on Roman’s face.
“I can wash myself,” Johanna finally said in a quiet voice. “I can wash myself and — you know, that.”
I glanced at Roman. Protocol was never to leave a new addition to the academy alone with anything they could use to hurt themselves if they suddenly regretted their choice in coming here.
Or in her case, if the reality of the situation got too much.
“You’re not going to do anything stupid if we leave you alone, are you?”
She frowned and I nodded at the straight razor sitting on the edge of the marbled bathroom sink.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh, God, no.” She shook her head quickly. “No of course not.”
I kept my face neutral, but I was grinning on the inside. “Good. We’ll be downstairs. Take your time, we’ll come check on you in a bit.”
We gave her an hour before we knocked on the door to her quarters.
“Okay, I’m done,” she said softly.
Roman shrugged at me and I nodded as he opened the door. We stepped inside to see Johanna wrapped in a big fluffy white robe, her hair still damp and pulled back over one shoulder.
“Everything okay?”
She nodded quickly. “Mhmm, yep.”
Roman and I glanced at each other.
“Let’s see.”
Johanna’s face went a little pale. “Excuse me?”
“Let’s see,” Roman said evenly. “Show us.”
Her hands tightened on the robe.
“Listen,” I said, taking a step towards her. “The shaving thing is a house rule, and we need to make sure. Look, we’re the nice ones. The guys who come after us when we don’t do this right?” I held her eyes. “They won’t be nice.”
Her face went red, and she looked down.
Slowly, she nodded as her hands slipped down to the tie at the front of the robe. Gently, she pulled it open, still looking down as the robe slipped apart.
Fuck.
She’d been stunning in a plaid shirt and work jeans. She’d been a fucking vision in lingerie.
Wearing just that robe?
She was a fucking angel.
I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, my fists tightening at my sides as my eyes drank her the fuck in. I wanted to claim her. I wanted to put my hands all over her, yank her against me, and taste every bit of her sweet little body.
I restrained myself.
Somehow.
Of course, I also saw that soft patch of hair on her sweet little cunt.
“I— I don’t know how,” she mumbled at the floor. “I’ve never— I mean—”
I could see the tears start to well in the corners of her eyes, and something inside of me snapped. Something inside of me could not abide seeing her start to crumble like that. I stepped into her, my arms surrounding her and pulling her tight to me. She gasped, her body going rigid and the panic was clearly about to rip through her. But my arms held her tight, my hand stroking her hair, and slowly, I could feel that tension ease out of her.
“We’re not gonna hurt you,” I said forcefully. “But things have to get done or you’re going to have a far worse time here. Can you trust that we’re not going to hurt you?”
She looked up at me, this fucking angel with wet hair in a terrycloth robe, and she nodded.
“Let’s go.”
She knew what I meant, and she nodded anyways. And she let me take her hand and lead her back into the bathroom as Roman started the hot water in the tub. Steam drifted around the tile room as the tub filled. When it was good, I nodded at her, and slowly, she shrugged her robe off.
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She half covered herself as it dropped to the floor. And I know we all knew just how much her nakedness was about to not matter at all, but I let her have that as Roman and I helped her climb in.
Roman dumped in some sort of bubbly oil stuff he found on the vanity, and the tub slowly filled with white foam. We let her sit there soaking for a bit before I nodded at Roman and then her.
“Climb up here on the edge and sit here, darlin.”
My voice felt thick, and I could feel my blood pumping like crazy. She took a shaky breath, but slowly, she rose out of the bubbles, water dripping down her bare, flawless skin.
My cock was about to tear a goddamn hole in my jeans.
“Right here,” Roman patted the wide edge of the tub. She nodded, blushing as she took a seat, only shuddering once as Roman knelt behind her and moved against her back.
“I ain’t gonna hurt you,” I said softly, holding her eyes. “I know it’s asking a lot, but you gotta trust us here, alright?” I looked deep into her eyes, doing everything I could to make sure I didn’t stare anywhere else, as much as I wanted to.
“Do you trust us?”
She bit her lip, her big blue eyes searching mine. “Should I?”
“Not trusting people in this situation just means you’re smart,” Roman growled with a small chuckle. “It means you’ve got a good head. But us you can trust.”
“Look, we’re here against our will too,” I said evenly. “Same as you.”
“Are you being sold?”
The sass was unexpected, and I liked it. I liked that this sweet little thing had some fire in her.
“No, but we’re getting our heads cut off if we don’t jump when Jeb Pike says jump. That work?”
She smiled quietly. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay then, I trust you.”
8
“Spread your legs.”
She shivered at my words, and then she gasped when I put a hand on her knee.
Slowly, she started to part them, her hands dropping between her legs to cover herself.
I pushed them away.
