Bought and Trained (18 page)

* * *

Four days later, Miss Abigail led Kerry into the grand living room, wearing a virginal
white nightgown that fell all the way to the floor and thus marked her out immediately,
as much or even more than the red sash with the bow in back had done, as a girl on
her way to be reft of her final maidenhead. All the other girls of the Institute,
even the innocents, in their own special area, were present, kneeling on their mats
in a way that reminded Rose of a cross between a concert scene in a period movie and
some sort of pagan ritual. Sue walked with Kerry, holding her hand, all the way to
the bench that sat at the very front, in front of the enormous mantelpiece.

Sue helped Kerry take off her nightgown, and then she came to kneel next to Rose,
in the front row, where all Master N’s girls (except for Hannah, for the innocents
were placed off to the side, perhaps with the idea that they couldn’t see as much,
there) had their places. Miss Abigail whispered in Kerry’s ear, and she nodded, wide-eyed,
and—though Rose could see that her lovely naked body had begun to tremble—she swung
her leg over the bench, and laid her upper body down onto it, facing away from the
audience.

A little murmur seemed to go through all the girls at the sight of the lovely bottom,
offered to its new master, and ready to be ravished. That was when the door to the
living room opened again, with a bang. The girls all turned around on their mats,
to see that Kerry’s owner had entered.

Neil watched Hank Stallings, completely naked and really not badly built, walk down
the center aisle, toward the bench where Hank’s new concubine’s ass waited for his
cock. The story of Kerry and Hank was a pretty common pick-up scenario: Kerry had
never been able to find any pleasure in sex, and had a sad string of failed relationships
to show for it. She had finally opened up to Hank when it appeared she was going to
lose him, too, and told him about the hidden, forbidden ravishment fantasies. Rich
enough to gain access to the Institute, Hank had brought Kerry to the recruiting office
himself. The hypnotism had been a little delicate, because there had been a whole
relationship to erase from Kerry’s memory, but it happened frequently enough in the
program that success had been assured from the start; the only question was whether
Kerry could be brought to understand her own desires.

Hank watched as Miss Abigail lubed Kerry’s anus, while she gave little questioning
sighs of submission. What happened now was completely at Hank’s discretion: he could
speak or remain silent; be tender or brutal. He stepped forward, holding his hard
cock, and put its head at Kerry’s rear entrance.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Neil heard Hank say, softly, as he took hold of his concubine
around her hips.

“Yes, Master,” Kerry sobbed.

“Are you going to be my good little ass-girl?”

“Yes, Master.” Then she cried out as Hank pushed into her bottom, and she kept crying
out as he began to ride.

The scene, and the feeling of having Kerry’s ass at last, and the sound of her submission,
ensured that Hank was quickly near his climax. Neil had told him that in his own judgment,
that would be the best time to bring Kerry’s memories back. The other pick-ups in
the room (there were only three, and only Rose would be close enough that she could
perhaps have any notion of what was going on) were preconditioned to dismiss the idea
that they might have buried memories, so the Institute judged the positive effect
of the revelation to be greater than the potential negative effect on other pick-ups’
conditioning.

Neil thought that Hank was going to come without saying the release phrase: the man
(and Neil could not blame him) seemed overcome by the charms of his concubine, but
suddenly he shook his head slightly, and said, quietly, to the back of Kerry’s head,
“Snow on Lake Michigan in August.” As Neil had recommended, then, he made love in
her backside slowly and tenderly for a few moments, as Kerry shook her own head first
slowly, then more quickly. Neil could almost see her memories come flooding back.

“Oh my God… oh my God… Hank… oh…”

“I love you, baby,” Hank said, as he started to increase his rhythm again.

“Master… oh… God… Hank—Master… I love you…”

Neil looked at Rose’s face, which wore an expression of concentration. If her own
hypnotic conditioning were working properly, she would think that Kerry was a very
lucky girl to have a master she could love so deeply. The volunteers around her were
wiping away tears at the sweetness of the scene; Rose seemed pensive, but certainly
also deeply moved.

* * *

Hank shook Neil’s hand, after Kerry was in the car and waiting to leave. “Thank you,
Neil,” he said. “Watching the tapes… it’s like all of the wonderful things about Kerry
are there, all the time, now. I mean, it was hard watching her… you know… with all
those masters… but it seems…”

“She’s a wonderful girl,” Neil said. “And if you marry her, you’ll save yourself a
shitload of money.”

Hank laughed. “Well, that was the plan she and I agreed to. Seems to be going pretty
well.”

Neil watched them drive away through the gates, feeling that as strange as his work
might seem to people in the everyday world, he had no doubt at all that he was giving
both owners and their concubines at least some approximation of what they really needed.

* * *

At the beginning of the third week of her training, Rose had settled in nicely. It
appeared to the masters that she had formed a strong bond with several of the other
girls, but especially with Hannah, two doors down on Neil’s hall.

So, when the time came, in the middle of that same week, to find a girl to complete
the set that David had asked for, Abigail and Neil had no doubt at all: Hannah was
the natural choice. He had Abigail tell Hannah what was required, and he brought Rose
in for her first individual session since the long one on her first day.

He was riding Rose hard, over a training bench, when Hannah came in, as he had arranged
with Abigail. He could see the look of wonder on her face in the mirror, as she stood
in the doorway.

“What are you doing to Rose, Master N?” she asked. “Is it a punishment?”

“Go away, Hannah,” Rose said. “It’s advanced… oh… it’s not for you now. Master, please
send her away!”

“I’m training Rose to be a good girl for her master. Would you like to watch?”

“Oh, no!” Rose said.

“Yes, please,” said Hannah. “Why is her bottom up like that? Did you make her do it?
It looks like you’re riding her the way you ride a pony.” The charming girl giggled.

“Yes, Hannah,” Neal said. “Rose has to put her bottom up because masters like to ride
their girls this way.”

“Are you going to put your thing in her bottom, too?”

“No, Hannah. Rose’s owner has told us that he wants to be the first man to put his
cock there.”

“She won’t like that, will she?”

“No, that’s right. Rose doesn’t like having anything in her backside bigger than the
little vibrator she used to play with before her owner chose her.”

Under him, Rose’s whimpers into the bench betrayed the arousal that for her always
came alongside the shame of such words.

“Why?”

“It hurts, especially when a big punisher or a big cock is there, and it makes her
feel ashamed that she has to have something there.”

“Does she have to?”

“Yes, Hannah. Rose belongs to her owner now, and he gets to decide what happens when
it’s time for him to enjoy her.”

“Like when I’m with my master,” Hannah nodded, her face earnest and appealing.

“Please, Master,” said Rose with a little sob of humiliation. “Don’t let Hannah watch.”

Neil pulled out of Rose and left her there on the bench. “Hannah,” he said, “come
give Rose a little kiss to make her feel better. I have some news for both of you.”
He moved a chair so that Hannah could sit comfortably right at Rose’s backside.

“Oh, no,” Rose said, when she realized what was going to happen.

“I’m sorry, Rose,” Hannah said sweetly, “but Master said,” and began to give Rose’s
pussy little kisses. “And you’re so sweet that I think I might do this even if it
got me in trouble and Master had to spank me.”

“Oh, God…” Rose cried.

“Alright, girls,” Neil said, “here’s the news.” Hannah turned her face and laid her
cheek against Rose’s bottom, making Rose give a little whimper of longing. “You keep
going, Hannah,” Neil said. “I want Rose to feel how nice it is to have a friend like
you.”

“Yes, Master,” said Hannah, with a puzzled look, and turned back to Rose’s bottom.

“The news is that you are going to train as a matched pair from now on. Rose’s owner
and his wife have requested another girl, to go with Rose. Rose is a present to her
owner, but he decided that he wanted to get a girl for his wife, as a thank-you gift.”

Rose was crying out in pleasure even as she blushed furiously. Neil was certain that
a great deal of both came from the idea that she would go to her master with another
girl.

“When they come to sample you in a few days, they’ll have time with you on your own,
but also together, and they’ll make it clear what your lives are going to be like
in their house.”

* * *

As the car carrying David and Grace Handelson pulled through the gates of the Institute,
David had difficulty believing he had finally come so close to realizing the fantasy
that had dwelt with him—afflicted him, really—as long as he could remember. Born of
a Swiss banking family, educated and cultured and a man of leisure in all but the
name of ‘Officer of the Bank,’ he had nevertheless managed to pretend to himself for
many years that the fantasy was impossible, or, if not impossible, wrong. He took
Grace’s hand. She had been the one, when at last he had confessed the fantasy to her,
to make it happen: the girls, Rose and Hannah, were Grace’s thirtieth birthday present
to him; or, Rose was. And when Grace told him, he had made her confess that she really
wanted a virginal girl of her own, and this plan, which had fueled his sex life with
Grace beyond anything they had ever known these past months, as they thought about
having Rose and Hannah, had been born: a matched pair, who would not only make them
the envy of the enclave in which they spent their life, of enlightened, liberated
couples (and more unusual family units), but would keep their lives and their libidos
ever-fresh.

Neil and Abigail met them at the grand front entry that was called, formally, the
owners’ door. After the pleasantries, Neil and Abigail escorted the Handelsons to
their suite. It was midafternoon; David and Grace would have an hour to freshen up
and prepare the suite any way they liked—and there were staff available, of course,
to move furniture—and Rose and Hannah would arrive precisely at 3; David and Grace
might return them to Neil when they liked. Abigail said that it was not even very
unusual for an owner to decide to stay at the Institute for a week, enjoying the not-quite-trained
charms of his concubine, before returning her for her final lessons. If David and
Grace liked, too, they might stay at the Institute during Rose and Hannah’s final
week, and then take them home after their ass-night.

Or, rather, Rose’s ass-night, since Hannah’s backside was going to be reserved for
Grace to dispose of at some future date: blushing, she had confessed to David her
desire to be in control of Hannah’s erotic experiences thus, and David had found the
idea charming.

After they had eaten a late lunch, and talked over how they wanted the first part
of the visit to go, they sat impatiently, reading, as they usually did (David read
history, when he wasn’t reading the financial news; Grace tended to read classic novels
and was currently in the middle of
War and Peace
), but unable to concentrate on their books. At last, exactly at three, there was
a knock on the door, and David went to answer it.

Abigail stood there, with Rose and Hannah. Both girls wore white nightgowns, signifying,
David and Grace knew from having pored over all the literature sent by Abigail to
prospective owners, that they had been neither taken nor chastised yet that day. With
a thrill that made his manhood very hard, David thought,
I’m going to change that, as soon as I can.

“David and Grace, I would like to introduce your girls to you,” said Abigail. “Rose
and Hannah will be staying here with you as long as you like, so that you can sample
them and make sure they are making the progress toward being the sort of girls you
were looking for when you decided to honor the Institute with your business. We know
that, as a man of means, you have several programs to choose from when you select
a concubine, and we’re delighted that you chose ours. We think even now, when Rose
and Hannah are only part way through our program, you will find your visit very enjoyable.”

“Thank you,” David said. “Come in, girls.”

“Thank you, Master,” the girls said together, and came into the room, going directly
to the middle of the rug in the big living room of the suite and kneeling there, side
by side facing Grace where she sat on the couch, but with their eyes downcast. David
had known they would be well-trained, but to see it in action took his breath away.

Abigail came in, too. “There are no covers on the beds right now, so that you won’t
have to worry about them while you’re enjoying yourselves; when you would like the
covers put on, just give me a call. The little bedroom has been prepared for the girls
to sleep in, if you care to have them do so. They have nightgowns in the closet, as
well as several pieces of lingerie, and they will remember to change their nightgowns
when it’s appropriate, right, girls?”

“Yes, Miss,” they said.

“You should find your suite stocked with everything you might need to help you enjoy
these girls, but if there’s something we haven’t thought of, please don’t hesitate
to call me and we’ll do our best to make any desire a reality.”