Snapping on the second pair of latex gloves, I moved in between her open thighs for the grand inspection of her inner territory—this my favorite hour. I’d pulled away the damp towels from under her hips and replaced them with a pillow and more toweling, forcing her crotch a good foot higher than her head. The hotelkeeper had kindly left the rings I’d screwed in the ceiling some time ago, when I brought my first detention center captive to this hotel. Affording me an easy way to hoist her legs up out of the way, the bolts were quickly thread through with ropes attached to her ankles. With her ankles untied from the lower footboard, I raised them high, spreading them even wider than the footboard allowed.
With her firmly in place, I began work, starting with her nipples, tugging, squeezing, stretching them, checking for resiliency. Her knotty raisin nipples took a good deal of pressure and pain before she replied audibly. I worked them both until I was sure they were sore, while noting the expression on her face mutate several times during the ordeal. She was unused to such vigorous play, I determined, but not undone by the degree of pain. Moving downward, I probed at her belly, using the skills I been trained in that would signal an internal problem, which required the intervention of a doctor. I looked for signs of disease, pregnancy or female problems. Nothing caught my attention. I probed deeper into her virginal pussy mound, pushing my fingers as far inside as they would go. I adjusted my angle, holding my fingers together like I was picking up lint from the floor, making a cock that forced its way inside. Adding lubricant, I had her opened quite wide, but not enough to fist her. That was not my intent, and I knew that. But this was Evie and I don’t think I could have stopped myself, if my hand had suddenly slipped inside. I had her gasping, tensing and afraid at my determination, enough bad signs to make me quit. But I was hardly finished with the inspection.
With the desk light trained on her pussy, I used a cold, metal speculum to open her vagina and peer inside, to take a sample of her juices and the vulnerable flesh inside. At this point, it was not hard to see that her hymen was not intact. I didn’t expect that, but I was hoping. Virgins were the choicest flesh with bigger price tags and a lot of special attention. Frankly, I think my clients are better off with a girl that’s been broken in. I’ve seen the anticipation of a virgin disappoint more than once.
Done with her vagina, she was relieved to have speculum removed. But then she balked more freely when I took up a second speculum to insert in her ass. Even before I’d begun, she shook her head back and forth almost angrily, groaning, even shouting a muffled protest from behind her gag.
“Get used to it, girl,” I advised her. “Your body is not your own anymore. You fight me, you’ll lose. Relax, you’ll find it’s not all that bad.”
My rebuke hardly dented her angry resolve, but I had a job to do regardless. No new meat, even one as pretty as Evie, would change my plans. Ass clenching tight as bricks, I reached in and pried the cleft apart enough to grease her anus. She started swaying back and forth as if she was in a swing. Damn her! I didn’t want to have to punish her, but she gave me little choice. Departing from my usual procedure, I grabbed a paddle from my bag and let her smart ass have it hard and hot until she was squirming so frantically that I could hardly catch the flesh with the broad wooden end.
“You give me any grief, I’ll do it again,” I warned her.
She seemed to calm, but it was a bitch getting the speculum into her hole. I had to shove, which I hate, which made her hate it even more. Of course, I won the battle, and the girl finally relented. That’s all she needed to do, but some just have to be stupid. Feeling a big of rightful vengeance make me bold, I kept cranking the thing open, stretching her anus wide. I’m sure she thought she’d break. “Go easy on yourself, Evie. You struggle now, you’re going to find things a lot harder down the road.”
I made my cursory inspection, then withdrew the speculum, starting in where I’d begun with her vagina. I made the same sort of fist and inserted myself into her rectum as far as my hand could go. I didn’t expect to triumph here either, but I gave it an extra try. It would have been worth it to be successful, to pop inside and feel the squeeze of her muscle around my hand, know what wild things she would be thinking then, unbidden but undisguised. Finally, withdrawing my hand, I discarded the gloves and roughed her ass with the paddle again. All the while, my cock was twitching, reminding me how long it had been since I’d had the pleasure of a woman’s ass. It wouldn’t hurt. It wouldn’t be outside the guidelines of my job to take her in the ass. But would I thrive on my denial more? Would the remembrance of her be sweeter if I left her for the others? At that moment, I decided to defer my decision.
Instead of raping her with my cock, I stuffed an inflatable dildo into her rectum and pumped her up like a balloon. Externally, there was no sign of the fat piece inside her, except for the strain on her face. At that, my cock jerked a happy reply, this time demanding to be noticed more explicitly. She’d worn down my defenses and all self-control. Withdrawing my member from my pants, I jacked it off a few times, eventually moving to the bed between her swinging legs, spewing cum all over her belly and pubic mound as I got off.
“Don’t look so shocked,” I said in answer to another wide-eyed expression. “See what you do to a man. You’re a natural, Evie, the seventh wonder of the modern world.”
I was sincere with the compliment, but she was hardly impressed by my exclamation, especially since her ass was obviously uncomfortable. Deciding not to let down in the wake of my own spent body, I left her for awhile, showered and shaved in the bathroom, making her get used to being used.
When I finally got around to deflating and extracting the anal plug, I noticed a hint of gratitude in her expression. Though it only lingered for a short time, before her face turned grim again, I took it in and let it warm me the way a sincere compliment would.
I let her feet down and massaged her legs, then left them untied. She needed a rest, and so did I.
“You gonna be nice, or a brat?” I asked as I made a move to remove the gag.
She peered up at me pleadingly.
“Good, I’d rather not have to gag you forever,” I said removing the wet wad. Her mouth stretched awkwardly, then closed, happily so, I imagine.
Needing something to do, I started another cigarette, took a few puffs, then mercifully let her take a drag. She almost smiled, almost.
“You understand what I’ve told you?” I asked, sitting back in the only chair in the room.
“Some,” she answered, her first reasonable message to me.
“My job is to retrieve you and detain you until the others in my world have a place for you.”
“What’s going to happen to me.” As promised her English was polished. I wondered where that skill came from, but it wasn’t my style to get chatty with these girls. That would develop my conscience, and I didn’t need the hassle of feeling guilty when I turned them over for their next stint in the system. I lived with the illusion that I was helping them pay their debt to society for their crimes, and helping them lead a better than average life—even if it was a captive one. Better than any prison they were headed for, I rationalized.
“You stay with me, until I get word that there is a buyer for you. Then, you’ll be transferred to another facility, where you’ll be trained. It could go two ways, you could be trained specifically for a particular assignment, or you could be trained in general without a specific contract in mind. Either way, you’ll learn the ropes.”
If I was lucky, she was getting half of what I was saying. Although, maybe Evie got even more.
“It’s not all that bad…” I started.
“Why is this happening,” she jumped in, her voice about to crack, her eyes scanning the ceiling like she was looking for angel to descend for the rescue, like she didn’t believe where she was. She then looked back at me.
“Because you were a bad girl, Evie, robbing markets, running around like a hellion, taunting authority. I sa
w the surveillance tapes; they don’t lie.”
“It was just a joke,” she shook her head sadly. “And I get this?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“You had your chance at redemption. And when you didn’t behave yourself, the juvenile home saw a way to make a few bucks. You’re off their hands and into mine. Simple as that.”
“Another?” she said, looking longingly at the trail of smoke and ash spewing from between my fingers.
“Naw, I’m not supposed to let you smoke. Don’t worry, the cravings will fade in time. I should know; I’ve quit a hundred times.” I laughed at my joke, but she wasn’t laughing with me.
Her sadness was getting inside me, time to give her a beating, my training guidelines were telling me, but I was just too tired for that. And I couldn’t muster the will.
“Hey, kid, you’re only seeing a tiny fragment of what lies ahead. Don’t worry. It’s really not as bad as you think.”
“You suppose I could go pee?” she asked.
“Sure. Long as you take to a collar and leash and crawl to the toilet.”
She couldn’t believe what she heard, any more than I could believe I was telling her this. I had to. I had to drive her downward. It was my job. Yeah, I struggled, but I couldn’t afford to let one especially sexy, pretty nymph ruin my track record, jeopardize my job.
“Over my dead body,” she finally spat out the words she wanted, obviously borrowing the expletive from Western television. She wanted to spit in my face, but I wasn’t close enough for her to get the chance. Instead, she made up her mind to wait me out. Didn’t have to say so, I could tell by her dogged look. I let her stew, smoked my cigarettes, thumbed through some official documents, made the seizure and body inspection report, which I needed to fax within twenty-four hours. Then, I thumbed through a dime novel I’d picked up in the airport. The plot was lame and the characters wooden. Every now and again I glanced over to see the expression on her face and wonder where her mind was. No hints from her; she was perfectly stoic.
Finally, there was the plaintive cry again. “I really have to pee, please.” She threw the whole of her delightful body into the plea, her chest heaving, her ass grinding uncomfortably into the bed.
“Sure,” I eagerly answered, laying the book down on the table. I fished through my bag for the necessary items to grant her request. She stared me down rather nastily as I put the collar around her neck, but she didn’t shake me off. The leash clicked into place, and I held her head close, while undoing the bonds at her hands. Reluctantly, she took to the floor and crawled as I ordered her, into the bathroom.
“Do you have to be here?” she asked, as she reached the toilet and sat back on her ankles.
“Sure do,” I replied with a resigned grin. “Count yourself lucky you’re getting to use the toilet. I could make you pee in a can.
She closed her eyes, apparently trying to rid herself of some picture, then finally climbed up on the toilet and did her business.
“Nothing new for me to see here,” I said as I watched. “You’ve been naked for me for nearly twelve hours now,” I consulted my watch.
“How many more?” she wanted to know.
“Long as it takes, could be a few days. Now that you’ve take care of this, I’ll have to tie you again so I can go out.”
“What if the place burns down?” she asked, immediately horrified that I’d leave her alone.
“Then I’d have to find another girl,” I said blithely, as she crawled back to the bed and I carefully tied off each of her limbs, leaving her a little slack this time so that she could move. “Want a blanket?” I asked, as I was about to leave.
“No, I’m hot enough.”
“Suit yourself,” I said, gathering my wallet, papers and a few bills. I was on my way out.
Something about the girl made me think of Ancha, another from the detention center that I seized the year before. She was a slight thing, dark, not exceptionally pretty, nice big tits and a wide mouth, a spitter and a fighter to boot. I really had to thrash that little bitch to calm her down and I never did put her in her place. Every minute was a challenge, invigorating, but a challenge. I nearly swore off the detention center at that point, thought I’d go back to capturing them off the street, but I knew that was dangerous. I didn’t want some thugs capturing me in return. It wasn’t so much Ancha herself but the tape of her that I remembered as I was walking to the postal office from where I’d send the fax on Evie.
They’d actually strung her up to the rafters at the detention center—something I knew was against the rules, but that one deserved it and couldn’t be controlled otherwise. They suspended her little body in the air, cuffed heavily at the wrists so that she could withstand the stress, then anchored her feet apart and to the side. This headmaster at the time was the most ruthless I’ve witnessed since I’ve been doing business there. His imagination had no bounds and he had no qualms about stretching—in this case quite literally—the wayward girl’s limits. Ancha wouldn’t stop fighting for anything. Caning, a heavy flogger, a riding whip all did damage to the pretty rounds of her ass, her back and then her tits and belly. She seemed to want for more, her head thrashing back and forth, her hair tangled in her eyes, her body rent with pain, a strange climactic surge of sensation building in her and then bursting. The tape is now a classic training film, shown to a new recruit or trainer. The accompanying text suggests that this is the ecstasy to be sought after, as it satisfies both the victim and the implementer. Oddly, I think of things differently. I think beyond the purgatory we put these girls through. I think how fine it would be to have one of them adore me as much as I adore them. I think about it most with Evie.
I faxed the documentation required of me through to the proper channels, then met Bruno at the appointed place. He waited just as I did for further instructions.
“You like this one?” he asked me right off, as we were sitting with tall beer steins between us.
“Like them all,” I answered with a laugh. I had no intention of giving away my real feelings.
“So, I get to fuck her first?”
“What?”
“It’s in my contract.”
“Oh? Again?”
“You don’t believe me?”
He’s not a bad guy in normal settings, but he’s a brute with women. Big, muscular, a thick neck—wears turtleneck sweaters even in the heat of summer, and expects he can screw any of the beauties before the transfer is complete. He always says it’s in his contract, and when I check, I’m always given the go ahead to let him have his way. If I didn’t know better, I’d think that my superiors find this just another part of the degrading ritual. But I do know better. I know that Bruno has some leverage I can’t even guess at. If he wants Evie, he’ll have her, either now or later. I’d have little choice but to give her up. I’ve done this before and not worried about the outcome. I pick up the shattered pieces that are left once he’s finished with them. But knowing it’s Evie this time, my heart strings were tugged so that I almost denied him his privilege. Yeah, my heartstrings, I have to admit. That’s how much she’d gotten under my skin.
“I suppose you want the key to the room?”
“She there?” he asked.
“Of course. Where else would she be?”
His big grin gave me chills. Yeah, me, sadist that I am, and this bubba’s grin turned my stomach sour. It can’t be that what he does to them—straight ass or pussy fuck most of the time—is particularly brutal. Probably far less painful than what I’d already given the girl. It’s Evie that has me worried.
“Then I need the key.”
“How about I take you?” I suggested in a moment of inspiration.
“You want to watch?” he appraised me curiously.
“Maybe.”
“Whatever you want. It’s up to you.”
No, it was up to him. He was calling the shots, and I didn’t like it, but I didn’t object. I
t would do no good.
We polished off a couple more beers and headed to the hotel, while my hand covered the key in my pocket. It seemed to burn into my flesh, as if it were telling me to stall him off, or refuse him entrance. Make up some excuse. She’s sick, hurting. Anything to keep him away from her.
Why now? I kept asking myself. Why her? I had no explanation. I’d been with girls more beautiful than Evie, but none that got inside me the way this one did. In so short a time. It wasn’t rational, I finally decided when we reached the hotel. She couldn’t matter so much that she’d jeopardize my position, my good name, my good standing in the ranks. But I would watch them. I couldn’t stop myself. Bruno would take her exactly as I could have had her, and refused.
I was actually grateful that he wanted her ass and not her pussy—less personal, I think. I would have wanted her pussy if I wanted anything.
She cringed the moment she laid eyes on his face, and looked at me as if I would rescue her from the evil that poured out on her. It made me silly inside thinking that she had anything more than contempt for me, but I enjoyed the feelings nonetheless.
I loosened her bonds so that she could turn over and raise her ass for him. I could read the fear in her eyes as she took note of the huge dick the man pulled from his pants. The head was small, but from there he widened as big as my inflated dildo, maybe bigger. Good thing I primed the pump earlier.
“He’ll be quick,” I found myself muttering under my breath so that only she could hear.
That was no consolation and she didn’t stop cringing.
Thankfully Bruno was as quick as usual. He knelt between her spread thighs and briefly massaged the anal opening, tossing me a surly lust-laced grin. Then spreading her cheeks with his big firm hands, he thrust himself forward in one swift lunge.
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