In deference to her, and this being its maiden voyage into her, he coated it with a thin layer of lubricant, taking excruciating care not to put so much on that it would easily work its own way out. Then he stood for a moment, plug in hand, and just looked down at her, hardly believing that all this bounty was his.
Abril was sniffling and still sobbing slightly while she watched every move he made through the tears. She didn’t know why he’d repositioned her in such an obscene manner, or why he was standing there, looking down at her outrageously displayed bottom while holding some sort of blue thing in his hand that looked like giant suppository.
He couldn’t possibly be thinking of putting that thing in the same place as a suppository went, could he? She thought with alarm. It was much much too big!
But then he bent down and opened her cheeks even more than they were already pried apart just by how her legs were arranged, forcing her bottom hole into view in such detail that even she could see it for herself in the multiple reflections. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. It was a place on her person that she never expected to confront, yet here it was.
And there was that blue thing, heading toward her within that strong, tanned hand of his. She tried to squirm and wiggle away from it, but couldn’t move a muscle – the leather straps that held her kept her right where he wanted her.
Thomas watched her eyes in the mirror as she realized what he was going to do, and how helpless she was to prevent it. “Oh, yes, Abril. This little blue plug is going to be your companion for the afternoon, or until I take it out. Once I get it seated deep inside you, we’re going to go out and have something to eat, and then I’m going to talk to you about your rules for behavior, and then get you something to work on to keep you out of trouble for the rest of the day. Then we’ll have dinner and go to bed.”
The nose of the thing was pressing against the opening on her body that was made for the express purpose of getting things out of her body, and now here he was trying to introduce something into it, and it felt unbelievably shameful and strange. She was trying to resist it with all her might, clamping down on muscles there she’d never known she’d owned, not that it did her any good at all.
His hand rubbed the small of her back as he spoke and poked at the same time. “You can’t keep me out, Abril. You can’t. And you shouldn’t be resisting me, anyway. I’m your owner, and this is what I intend to do to you, and you should welcome it instead of earning yourself a session for fighting against me. I can see you’re going to need another correction on top of the one you just got. Perhaps after dinner.”
Abril couldn’t absorb what she was hearing. Not only was she supposed to welcome her own degradation, but she had already, within the space of five seconds since the last one ended, gotten herself another spanking lined up. Already.
But he’d gone on to other things. “Arch your back and thrust your hips back. This is what I’ve decided is best for you, and you will not struggle against it.”
It was the hardest thing Abril had ever done in her life. But she knew she had to do as she was told. Slowly, as reluctantly as she dared, she did as she was told, leaning back against the bonds that held her, arching her back and presenting her bottom to him as if it was seeking the violation he offered.
“That’s it.” He withdrew the plug all the way out, then introduced it again, earning a sharply drawn breath from her along with various aborted moans and grunts that grew louder and more frequent as he slowly, very, very slowly drove it into her, forcing her to open just that much more to accommodate its advance.
Thomas closed his eyes and drank in all of the signs of her distress, knowing that he was very close to unmanning himself just from her helpless whimpers and the occasional unsupressable flinch or twitch away from that which was raping her nether hole. He hadn’t meant to threaten – promise, he never threatened – another punishment so soon, but wouldn’t retreat from it. It came out naturally, and he was a firm believer that things happened as they should. He knew it was a good idea to take a very firm hand with her – firmer than he would always take – at first, so that she wouldn’t even think of misbehaving in the future.
But he didn’t know if he could live through it. His dick was just about to burst in his pants, and, although he knew he could indulge himself with her right here, right now, he liked to deny himself. He’d been so looking forward to the Circus auction – certainly not the disgusting usual Circus Caesarea, where bets were made about when women were going to have babies, and whether or not those children were going to survive the process.
The only Circus he’d ever had any interest in was the monthly auction, and he’d known the rumor was true, that Principal Hoffman had a female he was going to present in April, and although he’d gone to other recent ones to indulge himself and almost tease himself with what he knew he couldn’t have yet, he’d bided his time, knowing he could trump any other bid when Hoffman’s wares were finally displayed.
Each moan, each groan flowed over him like an electric wave that set put every nerve in his body at attention, soaking in her humiliation, her shame, as he carefully fit the implement within that tight, tense spot, finally setting the flange against the contracted ring and setting off another chorus of embarrassed whimpers that nearly sent him over the edge.
“There.” He tapped the flange firmly, purposely making her start against her bonds, then reached down and turned the entire plug around within her. He was almost of a mind to make her ask him to do the entire process again, but he didn’t want to slicken the way too much for it to work its way out of her body, so he tucked that idea into the back of his head for another time.
Abril just lay there, defeated as he unlaced her wrists and ankles then exited the room without another word. She followed him hesitantly, hating the way walking felt now. He headed back to the kitchen, which was exactly where she didn’t want to him to go. Now she would not only have to deal with the weird way her body was being constantly invaded by that awful blue thing, but she would also have to deal with the knowledge that everyone else would see both that she had had to be corrected from the color of her cheeks, and also that he had shoved something up inside her that made her walk funny.
He sat down at the head of the table, and she took what she assumed to be her place against the wall, in case he needed something. But it seemed she was wrong again there. All doing that got her was a firm look with a cocked eyebrow. “How are you going to eat way over there?” he asked, and everyone turned to look at her.
It amazed her when she saw Lima take a seat next to her owner as if it was something she did every day. She knew her mouth was hanging open, and her bottom clenched almost painfully around its probe, but she kept waiting for her new owner to correct the female and he didn’t.
What he did was tell Abril to take the empty seat.
Thomas was quickly falling in love with watching this particular female’s face. It was incredibly unguarded and expressive. He could see exactly what she was thinking in it at any given time. She’d never be able to hide anything from him, and he liked that idea. There was no guile about her. She was fresh and clean.
For the time being.
At the very least, she was a blank slate on which he intended to write his passions.
She was hesitating again but not overtly. She was doing as she was told, just very slowly, as if she expected him to reach out and smack her for obeying him at any minute, when it was disobeying him that would get her into trouble. Always. He was a stickler for consistence, feeling it made a female feel safer and more attended to to have a concrete set of rules about her behavior.
Not that good behavior was going to ensure that she wasn’t going to be put over that horse, or the table they were sitting at right now, or his horse and get the whuppin of her life, just because he wanted to watch her try to squirm away as those inevitable tracks formed on her butt and she sobbed and mewled.
Abril had never in her life eaten with a man and no
w she was being expected to eat with two, without question. It just wasn’t done. She stood next to the chair for a micro second, then pulled it out and sat down gingerly, for more reasons than just a societal hesitation at the act, or the way the rough wood of the simple chair dug into her sore, tender. Sitting down put her small weight and focused it on that small ring of flesh and how stretched it was, forcing that small invader even further into her from the sheer force of gravity. There was nothing she could do about it except try to shift and lean, all under everyone’s watchful – in his case – and curious – in the case of the woman and the other man – eyes.
“Stop fidgeting,” was all he had to say to make her sit ramrod straight in her chair, regardless of how her butt was feeling.
The woman filled a plate and set it before her. Abril’s eyes went perfectly round and her jaw dropped. There were things on that plate that she’d only heard tell of – like meat and potatoes and eggs. She was lucky to get the gristle from any slice of meat, and generally ended up eating only the vegetables no one else wanted as her meager meal.
This plate – her plate – was heaped high with eggs and potatoes and some sort of meat like something she’d never seen before. She sat there, staring at the food, her hand on her spoon, but she couldn’t grasp that all of this was hers and hers alone to eat. It hadn’t been picked over by five other people, and it didn’t look like she needed to worry about anyone eating after her – everyone else was already eating their fill. Tears splattered down onto the table in big splotches as she stared at the food.
Thomas watched her, and knew what she was thinking, what she was crying about. He had no doubt that this was the first time in her life she’d had a full plate of food to herself. He shook his head, wondering at some of Hoffman’s skinflint ways. But he didn’t comfort her. It wouldn’t do to coddle her too much in some ways. “Eat.”
She picked up her spoon, which he knew was the only utensil Hoffman allowed near his women, for fear they might harm themselves or others. He reached over and took the spoon away, putting the fork in her hand. “Use this.”
Dinner was a very awkward experience for Abril. She ate with her head down, concentrating on the food, which was the most delicious she had ever eaten in her life. She did her best not to squirm as gravity kept up an awful pressure on that obscenely stretched spot and the object her body was involuntarily try to shove further inside her.
She finished eating before he did, even though he’d cautioned her not to shovel it in in an unladylike manner. Thomas could see that table manners would need to be a part of her training as he molded her into the female he wanted her to be.
He leaned forward and told her to put her fork down. She complied, but slowly. She obviously wanted to continue eating, but feared for the condition of her bottom. Smart girl.
They ended up in his study. Her Principal had had a room like this room – although much darker and paneled. It was often where she was brought for punishment, and Abril had to wonder if that was why he was bringing her here. She noticed that he left the door wide open, and knew that it was a deliberate move – he wanted her to know that, regardless of whatever her reaction was to what he did, be it that awful, unexpected and shameful pleasure he’d just introduced her to, or pain, she would know in the back of her mind that the two people out in the kitchen could pretty much hear any of her reactions – screams, moans, and guttural pleas for mercy.
He brought her around behind the big desk, to where he sank down into a large chair, then pulled her onto his lap. She was half ready to have to lie over his legs, but that wasn’t how he positioned her.
Instead, he did something she never expected. He let – no, encouraged – her to lie against him, to relax and drape herself over his enormous strength and bulk, as if she was something to be treasured and not bought and sold, her golden head tucked beneath her chin, the only two signs of her slavery was the unnatural inhabitant of her bottom and the strong, thick fingers that circled her delicate wrist.
His deep, dark voice rumbled into her ears and beneath her whole nude body, his free hand coming up to cup her butt, his palm covering the flange, pressing rhythmically as he spoke.
“We will have the renaming ceremony this evening.” Every woman who was taken into a new house was renamed by her new owner. “I just wanted to give you some ground rules. I know they’ll be more in the future, and things will be fine tuned, but these are the basic ones that you should learn and live by. I won’t ever hesitate to correct you in whatever way I see fit, but I also won’t limit myself to giving you pain only when you’ve disobeyed or broken some rule. I will do with your body as I please. It’s mine – I bought it, and I can and will do with it as I please.”
Having her on his lap was much more intriguing than he expected – he wanted to brush the contents of his desk off and have at her right then and there – and who was going to stop him? Absolutely no one. But he didn’t want to take her in a rush and have it over with before it had begun. He wanted to deflower her slowly, with purpose and intent, and he wanted the both of them to feel every inch of it along the way.
Few men would understand his self-denial, or the fact that he would nearly always insist that she reach her own culmination from his attentions. But then few men understood how much control – self control or that over others – there was in those two endeavors. He would never let his genitals dictate what he did. He controlled them, not the other way around.
And sexual satisfaction worked wonders as a control method for females. He’d known that even in the Before Time, when he was barely a man – he’d always made sure his girlfriends were satisfied – but in his own good time, and no amount of begging or pleading ever dissuaded him from his intent. They exploded only when he allowed them to, although he had thoroughly enjoyed dangling them at the very edge and denying them.
A shudder ran through his big body and he shifted her a bit away from his spiking erection and continued with his speech. “Your primary rule, as you may have noticed, is to obey me without question or hesitation. I will not tolerate even the slightest sign of rebellion in you. You are not to think, merely to act on whatever orders you are given.”
She nodded against his chest, but he wasn’t at all sure she really understood what he meant. It would take her quite a while and probably innumerable dances over that horse or elsewhere. It wouldn’t make a whit of difference to him where she was, if she said or did something wrong, he was going to correct her as immediately as possible. She was going to get her second correction in as many hours when he was through enumerating her rules.
“Except in case of emergency or when you’re pleading with me to spare your bottom or various other portions of your anatomy, which I probably will never do, you are to speak only when spoken to, and then you are never to use any sort of profanity what so ever. You will obey Lima and Rook the same way as you obey me. Lima cooks three meals a day for the men – I’m not always home for all of them, but we will always have a meal together in the evening, like tonight. You are to eat all of every meal she sets before you – although the only men you’ll eat with are myself or Rook. You need some fattening; you’re skin and bones.
“You’ll have regular chores to do, and you’ll help Lima as she needs it, and do whatever tasks I might assign you. But your first and foremost duty is to please me.”
Abril already knew that, although no one had really ever told her what to do to achieve that goal, beyond being meek and obedient and acquiescing without complaint to whatever her owner demanded of her. “Yes, Sir,” she answered quietly.
He liked that she’d said that. He liked the way it sounded on her lips, and to his ears. He liked the way she felt all curled up on his chest. But he had to admit, he preferred how she looked when that ruler was whistling through the air and making her scream and cry, or the way she arched her back to receive the plug up into her body, knowing how much she didn’t want it there, really, but that he had the power to make her accept it wh
ether she wanted it or not.
A stray thought occurred to Thomas, and he rearranged her on his lap so that she lay across his lap in an entirely different way from how she usually would, face up, so that he could follow the lean line of her near thigh to that slickened nest between her legs. She had been put through the appropriate ritual and there was no body hair left there, but he would always think of it as a nest. He almost preferred a slight downy covering there – made his fingers just that much slicker against her skin.
But it turned out that he didn’t need any help in that area – he parted her naked lips and it was as if a dam burst onto his fingers.
He’d punished her well, and invaded her body with a foreign object and forced her to eat, naked with strangers, and even now, lying in his lap with that thing poking into her while a man she didn’t know touched her intimately, and yet her body seemed to have heartily approved of every bit of it.
Abril lay there beneath his touch, filled with shame that he was touching her like this. Was this what was to become of her? Was she to spend her days on display in front of complete strangers, forced to wear strange things up her bottom and suffer his hands touching her down there? And with those fingers of his poking gently at her and rubbing over a strange point between her legs that only he seemed to awaken for her?
Thomas smiled evilly at his discovery of her body’s uninhibited response, keeping his hand in that warm wet spot – and just a tad higher - as he continued the lecture. “You’ll find that we don’t follow all the rules you were raised with, and that we have others you might not know about. Our customs and traditions aren’t exactly the same as those of the house of Hoffman, but you’ll adjust and learn, if you ever want to be able to sit comfortably again.”
“Y - yes, Sir.” Abril didn’t like what was happening to her. She felt as if she couldn’t catch her breath, and her nipples were hard. They usually only got all hard and tight when she was very cold – now they were almost unbearably so, and she wanted to rub her hands over them – worse than that she wanted him to rub his hands over them – but she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing long enough to reach up and do that. Whatever he was doing down there was alarming and enticing and shameful all at once, and the combination was driving her crazy, making her want to rub against him in a way that was so embarrassing she could barely think it, although her body was more than willing to do it.
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