“You’re new here, aren’t you girl?”
“Yes, Yes, Sir;” her voice is only just a little more than a whisper, husky and sweet. He knows it’s how they train them, but it always works on his dick; anyway hers is a little bit off, in the cutest way; it’s a sound that speaks of terrible weakness and vulnerability, married to soft sweetness.
This place, really, he thinks; almost too good to be true.
“You don’t seem to quite at home yet— certainly not as relaxed about showing us your cute little pussy as some of these girls, are you?”
“Oh, Sir! Please … please I’m … I’m trying my best!”
She makes an effort then, to be elegant as she spreads her thighs a little more, though still not achieving regulation presentation standards. He has an idea he knows what is going on with her, and grins, but he wants to hear it from her.
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“I can see you’re trying, cunt,” he has used the harsh word (harsh yes, but perfectly normal here for use with a girl you have never met), used it deliberately, and he is amused and entertained by the little wince in her eyes, in her pose, which sets her lovely nipples moving, just the tiniest bit; those tits might be small, but they will be delightfully firm, he is sure, now, “… but haven’t you been trained to open wider?”
She nearly sobs, then, bites her lip; “Oh!”
She is struggling with strong emotion; it’s lovely to watch and now his cock is beginning to strain a little, but the pressure must be maintained;
“Oh, is not an answer, whore.”
Real animation, then; deep distress chases fear chases determined effort at calm prettiness across her face as her lips work, until at last she manages something;
“Not … not really, Sir.”
He knows now that he has guessed correctly, and that he is rather lucky to have been here to catch this little cutie in what will be a very short period of specialness in her progression.
Nevertheless, he sees no need to give her any help at all; her suffering is almost unbearably poignant, and he wants to prolong it as long as he can bear it before throwing her over the nearby footstool and raping her tight little asshole to make her squeal in her hurt and despair at how her life has gone. He does love them to be in abject despair as he comes inside them; his pleasure and their darkest moment coinciding is not just poetically satisfying, it enhances his orgasms remarkably.
Often, he is almost kind to girls whom he has taken through such a violation, holding them and stroking them, kissing them softly, even talking them down, until he can get hard enough to do it all over again. His record is three rounds, and although this one is bidding fair to be an excellent candidate, he somehow doubts he will ever manage to beat three, unless he should resort to the little blue pills; that would be cheating though, and he is scrupulously honest with himself about such matters.
“Not, really? What sort of an answer is that, you stupid fucking slut?”
He is deliberately terrorising her now, not with his tone of voice, which remains calm and pleasant, without undue emphasis, but with his choice of cruel words. He has found that the words hit harder when issued calmly.
She has to blink her eyes, hard, to suppress the frowned-upon tears, but she makes herself answer— clearly her fear of displeasing him is strong. If only she knew how very, very much she was pleasing him! He smiles his hard smile at her, though, demanding her answer.
“They … they had only just s…started working on me, after … after the initiation … you know with … with the five … five of them…”
She has to stop again; her thighs shiver violently, her breasts jiggle quite delightfully, the nipples very stiff— fear clearly affected her that way— it was all to the good; my belt to those, very soon indeed, now, but patience, patience my lad!
“Now, girl, now, or there will be trouble.”
There was going to be a great deal of trouble for her, whatever, but that did not mean it wasn’t worth threatening her; for one thing the cost was low, and for another, her reactions were quite lovely.
“Sorry … sorry Sir… what … what I mean is that they … that they … Anne-Marie, that is, decided that it would be fun to only give me the instructions, not really train me, and then … then … throw me to the wolves.”
“Am I to understand that in that metaphor, I am to be considered a wolf?”
His tone was as gentle as ever, but there was a trap in the word … or, was there? She would have to wonder, and fear. He was not giving her any clues at all, this was wa-ay too much fun.
Her eyes were fearful as they sought his out; glistening with unshed tears, big and round as they could be, her chest heaving now with disordered, needy breathing, though she was desperately trying to control herself;
“I … I couldn’t say … Sir.”
So there were still a few little brain cells working in there, despite her obvious fright. He grinned;
“I’m here to tell you, girly, that indeed I am a very big, very bad, wolf; just what they want for you. But you? Tell me, do you— have you, ever dreamed of being taken by a taken by a wolf? Cold yellow eyes, slavering jaws, big, sharp teeth, hard raking claws, overpowering strength and of course, that big red shiny cock, determined to plunder your sweet little pussy, to ruin you there, rip you open it’s so big? Hm?”
Now she was losing it, her squat had wobbled so badly, she’d ended up awkwardly going to her knees, though he noted with approval that she had managed to widen her elegant thighs a little as she did so; but her breathing was now out of control, gusty and deep, her breasts rising and falling, as firm as he’d known they would be, her eyes flitting about wildly, her jaw working. and it was time.
So he slapped her, really quite hard, across the face.
He’d knocked her sideways; she actually toppled over, with a devastated, terrified, hoarse little shriek.
But again, he approved of the way she quickly restrained herself; she’d jerked as if she intended to launch herself at him, attack him, but pulled herself back very sharply— he was sorry she hadn’t, in a way; it would have given the coming rape more drama; but on the other hand, she’d have had to take a stand at the whipping post in the stableyard if she had, and this period of her training ought really to last as long as possible, so juicy with promise was it.
He did like these girls whom Anne-Marie judged so weak, so ready for it, and yet with an inner core of strength and smarts such that they could be relied upon to effectively train themselves through their experiences with the members. They only cropped up every now and then, and their period of maximum vulnerability was very short.
Firstly, this approach guaranteed opportunities like this one, to interact with a girl so fresh that it was only one step removed from literally grabbing a girl off the street because she had good legs and tits and a tight little arse, and, at the other end of this enjoyable (though generally quite risky) programme, the girls you got retained a measure more liveliness than those put through the standard regime— were more interesting, more quirky, but at the same time demonstrated a thoroughly embedded and helpless submission that was an aphrodisiac in itself.
“There now, pretty. I just wanted to hit you, and you kindly gave me cause; did I hurt you? Oh, yes I did— that will be quite a black eye, I fear. Don’t worry, though, many of us find a black eye really rather exciting! Come, now, come up, and sit on my lap; yes, on my lap. I want to hold you; I’ll be gentle, I promise, for now at least; I want to stroke your soft inner thighs, your gorgeous breasts, while you tell me a little about yourself, and how you come to be in this terrible place, so hopelessly lost to yourself.”
“Yes, that is my cock at your ass, but don’t worry, yet, he’s still zipped away. Rest assured he’ll have his way with you later, though.”
She was so desperate to work with him, then; it was a delight, and within only a few minutes, he had managed to get from a tear-stained, nervous little giggle, a little flicker of her eyes to his, to see if he was laughing too— which he was, genuinely enjoying her, in the knowledge that he was going to shatter her soon enough.
Which he told her, right after the giggle;
“You know, don’t you— because I’m here, a member of this club of monsters, that I’m going to do terrible things to you— fuck your tight little holes, bite those pretty nipples hard, and your defenceless little clit, too? Have you strung up and whipped— between the legs as well as across the tits and arse? You’ve seen other girls treated like this, haven’t you?”
Giggles gone completely, eyes big and round again, breath catching, tensing on his lap, her whole body cringing from him.
“I’ll make it worse for you, you know, if you can’t get back to being soft and cuddly with me, now, though. You know I can make it almost infinitely bad for you, don’t you? Yes, yes, you do, so, bi-ig effort then, big breath, pretty, bre-ea-athe for me; in now, nice normal breath, then out, long and ve-ery, ve-ery slow, calm yourself; it won’t make any difference to where we’re going, but there’s no need to be so stressed now, is there? Take the chance for a bit of fun when you get the chance; that’s it, open up, now, I want to play in your pussy a little; I’ll be gentle, I promise— let’s get you going a little, shall we? Anne-Marie says you get hot very easily, how you come to be here, she says… Why don’t you tell me, while I play with your tight little cunt. Yes, yes I’m going to go in there, right in, yes of course I am; that’s it, open up for me, ju-ust li-ike that! Perfect. Oh you are an easy one aren’t you? Look at that, hips moving for themselves already! Lovely! Look at you blushing, little one! So cute and innocent and yet so horny! Tell me now, tell me the story; not too long, mind— I feel a rape coming on.”
And she told him then, in halting tones, interspersed by gasps as he took liberties with her tight but increasingly hot and slick little slot, told him the story of the sweet older man she’d imagined she had fallen in love with, who had shown her just how very eager she was for quite vigorous fucking, how she couldn’t help herself from laughing when he took her, because it made her feel so very good; how he had shown her that she liked it really quite rough, and how she had asked him to be free with her if he wanted to be rougher still, how much she had loved him, all a bit of a whirlwind, squashing the doubts in the back of her mind, until…
“He … he took me to this restaurant— ever so, ever so posh— not a street frontage, but in a private courtyard, and incredible old building from the 1900s, beautiful murals, all very Art Nouveau, and there were … the waitresses … they … they all seemed like goddesses, only … only such … sexy goddesses, wearing … well, very little at all, and so, so very sexy, and the men— even women too— in the restaurant, just touching them, right there in public, stroking their breasts, hands between the girls’ legs, and the girls … not … not just letting them, but … well, getting hot, and … and showing they were hot, opening their legs, bending over, for everyone to see, and … and I got very, very hot, too, and he said there were rooms there, and we could take a girl if we wanted, and … and I did and he let me choose this amazing redhead with such gorgeous breasts, and so beautiful and … and we kissed each other while he watched and … well I can’t tell you everything but I lost my mind a few times that night it was so good.”
“And in the morning, he said I could be one of those girls, a waitress, and I didn’t believe him, but he promised it was true, that I could do that every night, and I … well I told him I’d die if I could do that, and he said no need to die, they would pay me very well and then he took me to meet Anne-Marie and she put her hand straight up my skirt and into my pussy and … and I just giggled and let her, with my guy watching all the time, and then she had me strip, and put me over her knee and spanked me and I let her and then he fucked my while she watched and I kissed her while he did me and then she just put me in her car, still naked, and brought me here, and then … well that’s when they raped and whipped me and the next day Anne-Marie told me I will never leave here, not for years and years at least, and that I’d better try very hard or there would be more whipping and I promised I would and oh! Oh! oh! please! please I’m not allowed to come without … Oh1 Oh-OH OH OH OOOAAooha!”
All-in-all it was one of the most entertaining afternoons he had spent at the Castle, and he upped his membership tier the very same day; he was due to travel, and access to the other outposts around the world had come to seem very much worth the insane prices.
She would not be so innocent when he finally made it back to Paris.
