Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“Numbers?” she asked the nurse, her hands never faltering. Then, to Malleus, “She certainly presents well.”
“Ten,” the nurse said, glancing at her handheld. “Pre-orgasm.”
I could hear them, but I could hardly understand them. The intensity built, my mind a haze of conflicting emotions. Shame battled with need, each wave of pleasure a reminder of my helplessness. I could feel the vibration of the stimulator increasing, its rhythm designed to push me to the brink. In my bottom, the sheer presence of something so big and so shameful seemed to turn pain into submissive pleasure.
“Does she have permission to orgasm?” the doctor asked Malleus.
“Oh, God… oh… please… miles,” I found myself crying out.
“She does,” Malleus said, drawing an immediate sob from my chest. “Show us what you look like when you come, columba.”
My eyes sought his face again, his expression one of superiority, but also of approval. The knowledge that he was watching, assessing every reaction, only heightened my arousal. My breaths became even more ragged, my body trembling uncontrollably.
With a final, overwhelming surge of pleasure, I shattered. My climax ripped through me, my cries echoing in the sterile room. My body convulsed, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy. The betrayal of my desires seemed mortifyingly complete, my submissive nature laid bare for all to see.
The doctor pulled her tormenting devices away and put them on the tray. I couldn’t bear to look at them, the embarrassment even at the thought bringing new heat to my face.
The doctor turned to Malleus, her eyes meeting his. “The columba gets high marks for responsiveness. She will be an asset to the Order, and a delight for the men who will use her orally, vaginally, and anally.”
Humiliation washed over me anew, my cheeks burning with shame. Yet, despite myself, I glanced at Malleus, desperate to see his reaction. His smile broadened, a predator’s grin, and I knew he was pleased.
“Very good,” he said, his voice a low rumble of satisfaction. He turned to the nurse, “Nupta, would you wax her for me, please? I’ll be back to take her downstairs in fifteen minutes.”
CHAPTER 4
Marcus
The faint flicker of candlelight cast elongated shadows on the somber walls of Anton Delacroix’s study. The scent of beeswax mingled with the musk of aged leather and rich mahogany, creating a heavy atmosphere that almost seemed to weigh palpably upon my shoulders. I stood at near-attention by the fireplace, the way I always did with Delacroix. The embers offered scant warmth against the chill clinging to the grand room.
“Marcus,” Delacroix began, his voice a low rumble that demanded attention, “I think it’s time to acquire another fucking piece. The secret auction is only a few weeks away.”
His gray eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled beneath his chin. I could see the excitement twisting through his features, a cruel anticipation that made my skin crawl.
“A new concubine?” I asked, maintaining my composed façade. “You can spare the cash?”
Not what I need right now, I thought to myself, a little sourly. Delacroix’s head of security—me—had responsibility for supervising the submissive young women he kept in the West wing of the chateau. If I had been simply the dominant, brutal thug that had represented my cover for the last eighteen months, I probably would have enjoyed the duty greatly.
Traditionally, Delacroix’s heads of security had enjoyed the privilege not just of disciplining the girls but also of fucking them whenever they liked. As an elite agent of the Pretorian Guard, a miles sworn to protect submissive young women as well as to dominate them, my feelings were a good deal more complicated.
“Oh, indeed,” Delacroix replied, a thin smile curling his lips. “The arrangement with Legerian National Power just refilled my coffers admirably. An innocent from the secret auction is exactly how I think I should celebrate.” He looked pointedly at me. “How we should celebrate. I’ll share her with you, obviously, after I’ve had all her maidenheads.”
I set my face hard, the kind of performance I’d developed to what felt like high art, to reflect Delacroix’s coarseness back at him.
“An innocent, you say,” I mused, my tone carefully neutral. “You’re hoping for a tight ride, I take it.”
Delacroix smiled broadly, pleased as usual with my ability to goad him subtly onward.
“Precisely,” he said. “The cunt won’t be quite as tight when you get to fuck her, but I know you won’t mind too much.”
“An innocent concubine requires delicate handling of course,” I said, choosing my words with precision. “Her innocence, while appealing, may also mean she lacks the understanding necessary to meet your… expectations.”
“Ha,” Delacroix said, slapping his knee in the affected way he had when trying to project amusement. “You’re angling to have more time to… train her, I suppose.”
“Training her to our standards will take time and effort,” I continued. “There is always the risk that her naiveté could lead to resistance or misunderstandings. Such challenges could disrupt the harmony you’ve so meticulously cultivated here.”