by Kitty Thomas
She was still naked on her knees, leaning her cheek against his leg as he absently petted her hair. Then he sighed and rose to his feet, jostling her in the process. She stayed next to the bed, waiting for an order.
A drawer opened and he shuffled through the contents. “I’m definitely not done with you today, but I have a nice toy to distract you while I’m off the property.”
Vivian wondered if he was going to the other smaller office, the one where he’d entrapped her that first day. She wondered if he would fish today for more women to send to Anton and why she couldn’t work up hatred for him even if that was true.
He returned with something that looked like panties, but she recognized it for what it was. It was a vibrator meant to be worn, pressed against the clit and surrounding flesh. Lindsay ordered her to put it on, and she quickly complied. He adjusted the straps so it fit snugly around her, then handed her clothes to put on.
“There is a remote. Actually there are multiple remotes. Ten of them, in fact, for this particular toy. I’ll give one to Gabe and Anton, as well as the other men.
She wondered if Brian would get one. Her face must have telegraphed her fear because he nodded.
“Everyone. But Gabe, myself, and Anton are still the only ones allowed to play with you . . . really play. This is different. It’s just someone pressing a button. Brian isn’t allowed in your room. Don’t worry.”
She couldn’t help worrying.
Lindsay sent her to breakfast with a swat on her ass and told her he’d see her later that afternoon after a warning that she wasn’t to remove the toy at all, and if she did, one of the house cameras would catch her. He wanted her open and receptive to the vibrations whenever, wherever, and from whomever they were delivered.
At breakfast, she was self-conscious, trying to avoid the eyes of the trainers she didn’t know, as well as Gabe’s. She wasn’t sure where Anton was, but she knew he’d been avoiding her to keep her from attaching to him too strongly. But it didn’t matter. She’d attached to all three of her trainers already. Extra variety didn’t matter.
If she’d been whored out to every man in the house, she still would have attached. It was who she was. She was standing in line with her tray to get food, when the vibrations started pounding against her clit. They began small, teasing, coaxing the little bud to swell with need.
Thankfully the toy was silent. She’d seen toys like it online, but this wasn’t the more common brand. This was something expensive, probably custom designed for the house. As she put food on her tray, her eyes flitted about the room, trying to discover who was engineering her pleasure.
She was surprised to discover Anton standing in a corner nearby with a cup of coffee in one hand and his remote in the other. Aimed at her. She blushed bright red and looked to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to.
Trying to ignore the increasing arousal, she went to sit at a table away from the few other girls.
A moment later she felt the vibrations increase, throbbing against her as she clutched at the table, working not to give her reaction away. She almost jumped when a hand landed on her shoulder.
“Come for me, flower. I’ve missed you.”
She sat facing a window that went out onto a breezeway covered in climbing yellow roses. Anton’s wide frame at her back shielded her from view. Even so, she felt as if she were on display. The vibrator ratcheted up another notch, even though the last setting had been intense.
“Come. Now.”
She wasn’t sure if it was what he said, the fact that she’d missed that delicious accent, or the intensity of the stimulation going on below her waist, but the moment his words drifted to her ears, she gripped the table and came as quietly as she could.
When she was finished, he turned it off. “Good girl. Soon we’ll find you a master. Would you like that?”
She nodded, a little moan escaping her throat as he ran his fingertips along the nape of her neck. He leaned next to her ear. “Before you go, I intend on one last fuck. I intend on using each of those lovely welcoming holes properly.”
Then he placed his empty mug on the table and walked away.
The moment he’d left, Gabe approached. “Good morning, lover.”
She flushed and looked at her plate, wondering if he’d found a position from which to observe her secret orgasm with Anton. “Good morning, Sir.”
Vivian waited for the vibrations to start, assuming there would be a constant parade of men coming by to revel in the power they had to manipulate her body with the touch of a button. But the vibrations didn’t come. Instead, he told her to go to the gym after breakfast, and gave her directions on how to find it. Then he left her to finish her meal.
She was disappointed he hadn’t pressed the button. Gabe of all people. Was he still angry with her for coming without permission? Was he unwilling to give her any orgasm she didn’t beg for or ask permission to have?
Those thoughts tumbled through her mind as she took her tray to the dishwasher and then made her way with trepidation to the gym. Would she be left to work out on her own? Would someone train her? Would it be Gabe, or someone else?
When she reached the gym, there were girls on treadmills and a few using weight equipment with trainers standing over them. Vivian stood awkwardly in the doorway not knowing what she was supposed to do now.
Then he was walking toward her. She had to stop the physical reaction to cringe or kneel, perhaps both, as Brian approached with a sadistic smile on his face.
“You’re not supposed . . . ”
The words hadn’t gotten fully out of her mouth when he pulled a remote from his pocket––not the one to the vibrator. A sharp, electric zap hit her from the bracelet. Brian was the only one who used that particular power over her. Even though she knew they all must have it here.
In many ways it made her feel more helpless than being chained and whipped because there was no ritual or protocol that had to happen to set things up. No defined moment where the punishment would start and stop. With the remote for the band around her wrist, it could happen anywhere, at any time without warning. And Brian showed no hesitation in using it.
Even in the gym with other trainers and girls, she didn’t feel safe with this man.
“I’m not supposed to come on you or fuck you. That doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to train you or punish you in the gym.” His voice came out a low snarl. He retrieved the other remote, the one that went with the toy and then his voice calmed to something approaching civilized human speech. “We’re going to have an interesting session today.”
Interesting was a word only a true sadist would use to describe their session. He pushed her harder than she’d ever been pushed. When she pleased him, he let her have the vibrations. When she didn’t, it was an electric zap. Not enough to harm her, but it hurt like a son of a bitch. Every time he did it, he reminded her he was going easy on her and using one of the lower settings.
They must have been in the gym for two hours. She’d lost count of both the number of zaps and the number of orgasms she’d been subjected to. Lindsay’s words from earlier about how she’d beg not to come anymore were ringing in her ears, and the day wasn’t half over.
The session ended on the treadmill, as Brian ran her to the point of exhaustion. Somehow him using her body in the gym was even more degrading than if he’d thrown her down on the ground and systematically violated each hole.
He’d taken to torturing her with orgasms instead of electricity by the end, leaving the toy on the strongest setting even after she came. As she ran on the treadmill, she wasn’t sure anymore if she was running toward or away from the constant stimulus.
Finally, moments before she thought she’d pass out, he told her to stop and handed her a bottle of water. She didn’t say the words, but her eyes begged him to be done with her. She would have gladly consented to a rerun of the episode of her cleaning another woman’s pleasure from his boots while he jerked off, just to stop the pain he’d
heaped on her here.
Vivian was almost to the point where she’d beg him to. Almost to the point where she’d let him use her here in the gym in front of anyone who cared to watch, just to distract him from the one type of sadism he’d been allowed to visit upon her without restraint or a babysitter.
He laughed and shook his head, no doubt reading the defeat and desperation in her eyes. “If I could do it without getting in trouble, I’d ride you so hard in bed and in the dungeon, you’d beg to come back to the gym for more of this abuse. There is no reprieve with me. Eventually they’ll let me play with you, and you’ll find out.”
She was too weak to hold herself up, but he didn’t help her. He just let her crumple to the ground.
Brian walked away but came back a few moments later and shoved another glass of something in her face. “Drink this. Proteins. Nutrients. It’ll replenish the stuff you just lost. Don’t drink it too fast or you might get sick.”
She sipped the chocolate-flavored shake.
“You may leave when you’re able to leave. Or you can sit on the floor all day. I don’t care which. I’ll see you again the day after tomorrow. Tomorrow you have to rest to rebuild the muscles we tore down.”
She managed a weak “Yes, Sir” before he walked away in search of his next victim.
15
It was an hour before Vivian felt recovered enough to stand under her own steam and leave the gym. If she’d had the strength she would have run far from her sadistic personal trainer from hell, but all she could manage was a slow, painful walk.
She told herself every day couldn’t be this bad. She’d get used to his special brand of torture. She’d build stronger endurance. But she knew he’d only push her farther, harder, faster.
The rest of the afternoon was spent poolside. Men she’d never met, but had seen in passing, came by one at a time to lie on the lounger next to her. None of them felt compelled to strike up conversation, and none of them physically touched her.
The impersonal nature of the visits were, in her mind, worse than if they’d fondled her or taken her back to their room for some kinky slap and tickle. They merely laid next to her and pressed the little button until she came while trying not to look like she was coming. That part may have amused them the most. The fact that she was still so ridiculously shy.
Many of the other girls didn’t seem to suffer from that problem, if the situation could be judged by the woman being openly fingered by the side of the pool. Vivian shuddered, hoping that wasn’t her future. Gabe
had said it wouldn’t be, and it seemed the woman got off on being on display.
As if she’d read Vivian’s mind, the woman glanced over and winked, then tossed her head back and came with a moan.
Vivian closed her eyes and went back to trying not to look like she was aroused. Each of the men had paid her a visit by now and they were starting the rotation again. Some began fast and hard, some began slow and let it go on at that low vibration forever, waiting for a pleading look or whimper before escalating the intensity.
The dark-haired stranger lounging next to her, was one of the latter.
“You have no idea how much I want to touch you and find out just how wet you are after all the times we’ve made you come today.”
She was startled and uncomfortable by the sudden conversation. Apparently they could talk to her; they just hadn’t wanted to. That somehow made it worse. They’d wanted to use her like a toy, manipulate her like a rag doll, watch her come undone for their own personal amusement.
Vivian chose her words carefully. “Why can’t you touch me, Sir?” She hoped that didn’t sound like an invitation. As attractive and sun-kissed as he was, it was yet another person to make her feel like a whore in the ever-growing list.
“I think I could if you said I could. They don’t want to introduce you to anything too fast. They don’t want to spook you.”
His eyes were intense, drinking her in, and suddenly she wanted to let him touch her. If he touched her, it could only be with her consent. It felt like power. A type of power she hadn’t had since coming to the house.
She wanted to consent, to explore and experiment with this new reality. To see if she could want this on her own terms, without threat or coercion.
“Okay,” she finally said.
“Okay? Give me more than that, little one. I want to hear you beg for it.”
She glanced toward several girls splashing in the pool, and then the trainer with the wanton slut who had stripped down to nothing and was happily giving him a blow job right there in front of God and everybody.
Vivian turned back to the stranger, growing increasingly aroused. “Please Sir, I want you to find out how wet I am.”
He slid his sunglasses over his eyes and leaned back, feigning disinterest. “Hmmm. I need a more specific invitation than that or I can’t do it.”
This was the devil. This was what temptation was. Gorgeous evil wrapped in a mask of innocence and consent. And she found herself falling to his seduction. She didn’t know where the words came from, or where her sudden bravery or shamelessness had been hiding out all this time.
“Please Sir, I need your fingers inside me so you can feel for yourself what a filthy slut I am.”
He grinned, and a little dimple appeared in his cheek. He turned toward her and slid the sunglasses up to perch on the top of his head. “Much better.”
He scooted his lounger closer and shoved aside her gym shorts, panties, and the toy. One finger dipped inside her, and she moaned as it started to wriggle around.
“I’m very pleased,” he said.
Vivian couldn’t stop the rush of pleasure at those words. Even coming from a random stranger she didn’t know from Adam. She pushed her hips against him, begging for more contact. “Please . . . ”
“But people could see you,” he said in a low, teasing voice. “Whatever will they think?”
“Fuck it, I don’t care. Use me.” While the vibrator had teased and pleasured her clit to the point she’d lost count, his finger moving inside her was what she wanted right now. Penetration. Invasive, violating penetration.
He chuckled and slipped another finger in, pounding faster and harder. Vivian’s head lolled to the side as tiny tugs of pleasure pulled at her with each thrust.
“Come for me, little one. I want to watch you come from my fingers using you, not some battery-operated toy.”
She needed no more than those words of encouragement. She came undone, writhing, moaning, whimpering. When it was over, he prodded at her lips to let her suck his fingers clean, and she enthusiastically complied, sated and grateful.
Then she looked up, embarrassed to find she had attracted an audience. Gabe and Lindsay stood directly over the lounger, and a few others had been drawn to the fringes to catch a glimpse of the show.
“Jake, leave,” Lindsay said.
It was clear by now that Gabe, Lindsay, and Anton were the power players here. Everyone else appeared to answer to the three of them. She wasn’t sure what the exact hierarchy was, but it was obvious they were at the top.
Jake, the man whose name she’d just learned after she’d come, shrugged and got up. He winked at her, then slid the sunglasses over his eyes and walked away.
Gabe turned to go back inside and Lindsay held out a hand to help Vivian up. She was still sore from the gym, but allowed the doctor to lead her to his room.
“Am I in trouble?” she asked when he’d closed the door.
He didn’t answer. Instead he asked, “Did Jake force you?”
She looked at the ground. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable standing next to him, she dropped to her knees and kissed his shoes. “No, Sir.”
His fingers threaded through her hair. “No, you aren’t in trouble. You were told none of them were allowed to play with you, not that you weren’t allowed to play with them. I think no one imagined you’d initiate something, especially this early. Tell me why you did it.”
“He gave me a
choice. I wanted to know what it would be like to freely submit.”
“You made a choice every time you went back to Dome.”
“That’s not the same.”
He nodded. “From now on, you are only to be with me, Gabe, or Anton unless we say otherwise.”
The unless we say otherwise hung on the air, threatening Vivian with the potential of Brian. She wanted to ask if they’d ever let him touch her, but was afraid to hear the answer.
Instead she simply said, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. Are you disappointed in me?”
“No, Vivian. You weren’t disobeying anyone. And I told you you’d lose all your inhibitions. This is progress.”
Lindsay spent the rest of the day fucking her and fulfilling his promise of tiring her out on orgasms. It was as if he was training her body so it didn’t know how to resist or close to pleasure. He wanted to wring every drop of it from her, and then when she thought she was wrung dry, he would start again, pushing her farther each time, until she began to internalize her own surrender and the power these men held over her body.
He ordered food for them, and it was served in the room. After she’d eaten, he went to work on her again, using her for his own pleasure, then demanding she give him hers as she orgasmed for him on demand. When they were both sated, he allowed her to sleep in the circle of his arms.
16
Days turned into weeks, and the banshee finally died. With each day of pleasure and rigid rules and obedience, Vivian allowed another piece of herself to drift free. Gabe commented one day on the fact that she was the least punished girl they’d ever trained and how much it pleased him. The idea of their displeasure drove her even more strongly than the threat of punishment.
They molded and trained her body so well she could barely remember a time when she couldn’t come or a time when she would have felt shame over it. Shame became an abstract concept, cloistered as she was in this place where the only shameful thing was being modest or disobedient.