Breaking Abigail (13 page)

“What are you waiting for, Abigail? Take off the white nightgown and put on the blue one.”

“I… Well, don’t I belong to my owner? I mean… should I… in front of you?”

Ian smiled. “That’s commendable, girl, but your owner has turned you over to us, to train you. You must obey us as you would obey him.”

Abigail obeyed, blushing and looking away. As always, the revelation of her naked body made Mark’s cock leap. Only the slightest marks remained from the caning of the previous afternoon. She looked down at the blue nightgown lying on the bed. Mark wondered if she was thinking about Hans, whose enjoyment of her the blue color now symbolized. Then, quickly, she picked it up and slipped it over her head.

“Now you must come back and kneel before me again. Remember where your eyes must be.”

Abigail hesitated again, to Mark’s surprise. He had thought that Ian and Hans had established such dominance over her that she wouldn’t defy Ian again when it came to something as simple as kneeling. But Abigail stood in the blue nightgown, looking at Ian, not moving toward him or the spot on which she knew he wanted her to show her obedience by falling to her knees.

Ian, unlike Mark, didn’t seem surprised, though. “Get over the back of the chair, Abigail,” he said calmly.

“What? I… I’ll do it… I’ll kneel! I was just… thinking…”

“You heard me. Do it now, or it’s going to get much, much worse for your backside.”

Abigail gave a cry of dismay at these words and moved to obey, her face crumpling into tears as she did so. Mark’s video feed cut to a shot of her face, looking sorry that she had hesitated that way and leaving the mystery of where the hesitation had come from.

Ian strode over to where Abigail’s blue-clad bottom waited for him, once again over the back of the chair that had of course been chosen because of its suitability for exactly this, so as to position her perfectly for almost anything a master would want to do with her rear. He flipped up the nightgown to reveal her little bottom, then gave it a hard spank, without saying anything, and another. Ian’s hands were big enough that each spank covered her entire bottom, and Mark saw to his arousal that Ian had struck hard enough to leave his handprint there.

“Ow! I’m sorry, master!”

“You’ll be sorrier,” Ian replied. He took a small table from a corner of the room and placed it next to Abigail’s backside. Then he walked to the desk and, taking a key from the pocket of his dressing gown, he unlocked a drawer. From it he took a thick, squat, black butt-plug, tapered at one end and curving into a little neck and a final flare at the other, so it would stay where Ian put it, and a bottle of lube. He put them on the little table, ready for use on Abigail’s bottom.

“For your disobedience, Abigail, you have earned a plugging, and the right to wear your plug while the aesthetician comes to wax you.”

Abigail clearly had no idea what Ian even meant. The phrase ‘butt-plug’ itself probably would have had no meaning for her, and the simple word plugging definitely didn’t. Nor, apparently, did she understand what sort of ‘wax’ Ian meant. She twisted her head wildly to either side to try to see what Ian had taken from the drawer.

“Get that face to the cushion, Abigail,” Ian said, and spanked her three times in the very same spot.

“No… please…” Abigail wailed. “It hurts so much, master!”

“You should know by now that if your master wants you to see something, he will show it to you. Right now, I have no desire that you should know what’s about to happen to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master… just please don’t spank me again!” Her bottom glowed bright red, and Mark could tell that the pain was great, from the catch in Abigail’s voice.

“You won’t have to wait very long, though, girl,” Ian said, taking a stand behind Abigail’s backside. “I’m going to teach you what a plugging is right now.”

Mark’s cock grew very hard very quickly as he watched Ian put his hands down to open Abigail’s pert bottom and reveal her tiny wrinkled anus, stepping aside slightly as he did so, so that the camera could get a nice close-up of the delicious sight.

“Oh, God… what…” Abigail whimpered, and then she put the words together with the action, and understood. “No… no, please…”

Ian’s left hand moved to keep her bottom cheeks spread open on his fingers, while with his right he took the lube and deftly, with only the one hand, flipped up the top, reversed the little bottle, and squeezed the clear stuff liberally into his cupped hand. He returned the lube to the table and took the plug in his right hand, anointing it with the lube.

He brought the plug to bear and touched it to Abigail’s adorable little anus.

An electric shock seemed to go through the girl. “N-no… no…” she whimpered. “Oh, no… p-please, not there…”

“Shh, Abigail. Don’t worry: I know how wet this gets you. Master Ian will let you feel his big cock at last once you take it.”

“Oh, God,” Abigail said. “I d-don’t… please, no.”

“Yes, Abigail.” He must have started to push then, because Abigail cried out as if she had been stabbed to the heart, with a wordless, sighing noise from her throat that betrayed her arousal even as it voiced her resistance to it, and to what Ian did to her.

“You’re going to learn to open up, now, Abigail,” Ian said. She whined in response as he pushed more firmly. “I’m not going to force it in: you are going to take it yourself, by opening to your master’s authority. It’s one of the most important lessons you will learn at the Institute, because you will open for your owner very, very frequently.”

“Ah! Oh, no… please…”

“Open, girl. You know how, and that’s the most shameful part of it, isn’t it? Something is going in where nothing should go in, and you’re going to receive it the way you know how to open, because your body opens this way naturally—but not because a man wants to enjoy you there.”

At the word ‘enjoy,’ Abigail gave a strangled moan, and then screamed as Ian responded to her yielding by pushing the big plug home, until he could let her cheeks close around the circular black rubber base of the plug.

Abigail whimpered, breathing hard.

“There,” said Ian, and without delay opened his dressing gown, took his enormous, hard cock in his hand, and stepped toward her.

Even the most gifted cameraman in the world couldn’t have got a clear view of Ian’s cock entering Abigail’s little pussy, Mark thought. Porn angles were good for porn, but bad for letting a submissive girl feel how thoroughly her trainer controlled her as he forced her to spread her knees, then took hold of her hips and began to fuck, while Abigail cried out at the incredible fullness inside her.

“There you go, Abigail,” Ian said softly. “Master knows what you need.”

Abigail came, sobbing; her body shuddered wildly, and she seemed to bounce up and down under Ian as he kept fucking her all the way through it.

There was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” called Ian, not ceasing his thrusting.

“What?” said Abigail weakly.

The door opened, and a girl in a white nightgown wheeled in a little cart.

“Hello, master,” she said.

“Hello, Victoria,” Ian said. “Why don’t you get set up on the bed while I finish up with Abigail here?”

“Yes, master.”

Ian continued to fuck Abigail for a minute or so more, perhaps to show her that she would be fucked in the presence of other people, if her master decided it should be so. Then he slowed his rhythm and withdrew from her pussy.

“Alright, girl,” he said, “you may get up. Victoria is waiting to wax you.”

Victoria had put firm triangular cushions on the bed for Abigail to sit on, with legs spread, so Victoria, sitting on a little stool she got from the closet, had complete access to her bikini area, as Mark knew the aestheticians called a girl’s pussy and bottom.

“Hi, sweetie,” Victoria said in a musical voice. She was a petite blonde, with long golden curls, blue eyes, and pink cheeks. “I’m Victoria. I think we’ll probably be seeing a lot of each other, because I’m one of the volunteers at the Institute.”

“The what? Volunteers?” Abigail had got up from the chair, as Ian had told her to do, and stood facing Victoria where she sat on her stool. Abigail held her hands out in front of her as if she had no idea what to do with them, and her face streaked with tears.

Ian said, “You may tell her anything you like, Victoria.”

“Why don’t you come and have a seat on my cushions, and I’ll tell you what I know while I get started. It will probably make it easier on you.”

Abigail looked at the cushions on the bed. “I… I don’t understand,” she said.

“Do you not know what waxing is, sweetie?”

Abigail shook her head fearfully.

“Did your owner say anything about taking away your hair down there?”

Mark saw her remember what Hans had said. Her eyes went wide with fear.

“Well,” Victoria said, trying to break the news to Abigail gently, “that’s what he’s asked for.” Abigail started to back away. “It’s really very common, sweetie. All of us volunteers were waxed last week, when we started.”

Abigail backed right into Ian. Mark saw Ian’s right hand go down and raise the blue lace hem of the little nightgown, while his left took firm hold of Abigail’s shoulder. He gripped the base of the plug in Abigail’s bottom, and she cried out as Ian used it to drive her forward again toward the bed.

“Victoria,” he said, “why don’t you get on the cushions yourself so we can give Abigail a couple of lessons at the same time. She can see how nice and tidy she’ll look after you’re done, and I think it’s probably a good time for her to taste another girl’s pussy, too.”

“Yes, master,” Victoria said, then shyly added, “Thank you, master.” She began to climb onto the cushions.

“No, you can’t… you can’t make me do that… please…” Abigail gasped, as she watched Victoria perch herself on the seat formed by the triangles.

“Oh, we definitely can, Abigail. You had better sit on Victoria’s stool, if you know what’s good for your bottom. You’re a lucky girl, to have such a pretty pussy to kiss for your very first one.”

Victoria giggled. “Thank you, master.”

“You may pull your nightgown up, Victoria.”

“Yes, master.” The blond girl reached down and pulled up the hem of her own white nightgown to reveal what was indeed one of the prettiest pussies Mark had ever seen: tiny and pink, with only the very slightest hint of its still pinker inner lips peeping out, even with Victoria’s knees spread wide apart.

“Sit down, Abigail,” Ian said, now with real sternness in his voice.

But Abigail’s mind, Mark could tell from the look on her face, had begun to rebel. She looked from Ian to Victoria: his face almost angry, hers sympathetic. She looked at Victoria’s pussy, and Mark saw her move her lips slightly, and realized with some astonishment that Abigail’s mouth must have watered, the way Mark’s own did when he had the chance to contemplate a lover’s sex with a view toward kissing her, tasting her, tonguing her, and driving her wild the way Mark knew how to do.

So when Abigail suddenly broke for the door, Mark knew that her flight response had come about because she had understood to her mind’s horror that at a fundamental, libidinal level she wanted to taste Victoria’s pussy. She slipped by Ian, having caught him a little off-guard with her sudden movement, and made it to the door, but of course found it locked. She began to pound on it with her little fists, screaming, “Please, somebody! Please, help! They have me in here and they’re… they’re… Please! I don’t want to do it! Someone help me!”

Ian simply watched Abigail. Eventually, she collapsed down the door and slid, turning, into the corner next to it until she sat, her hands tightly around her knees in the blue nightgown that meant she had been fucked that day.
Really,
Mark thought,
she should be wearing pink now,
but he suspected Ian would impose that soon, and for better cause.

“Abigail,” Ian said. “Get over the back of the chair. Show me that plugged bottom, so I can give you what you have coming for this disobedience.”

“No!” Abigail said.

Ian walked casually over to her, and bent his knees until his face was nearly level with Abigail’s. “I’m going to pick you up and carry you over there, now. Please try not to struggle too much; I’m going to do my best to keep you from hurting yourself, and we have doctors to help in case you do, but it would set back your training.” Then he reached for her, but she sprang up and ran past him back into the room and knelt on the carpet, facing Ian as he turned to watch. The video feed gave a close-up of Victoria’s sympathetic face as she waited patiently for Abigail to obey Ian and come pleasure her.

Abigail held her hands up in pleading, clasped together. “Please, master. Please. Don’t make me do that.”

“Don’t you like Victoria?” Ian asked, with a slightly mocking note in his voice. “Don’t you think her pussy’s pretty?” He walked back toward Abigail, and took hold of her arms before she could even think about moving to evade his hands. Ian took a bent-kneed stance, and maneuvered Abigail over his left knee, holding her with his left arm around her waist. With his right hand, he raised her nightgown, revealing the breathtaking—for Mark, at least—sight of Abigail Podret’s plugged bottom.

“Oh, God… oh, God…” Abigail said, as she waited for the spanking she knew must come.

Ian took his time, though. “Abigail,” he said calmly but with authority, “you are going to kiss Victoria’s pussy. In fact, you are going to kiss it, and lick it, until your new friend Victoria has an orgasm.”

“Noooo…” Abigail wailed. “Please… master… I can’t. I can’t.” She struggled against Ian’s arm, entirely in vain.

“Yes, you can. The best part is that I know you want to. This spanking is about getting you to give into what your body wants you to do.” Slowly and deliberately, with Abigail carried across his thigh like a ragdoll, he walked her toward the bed, where Victoria waited on the cushions.

Chapter Fourteen

Abigail could only whimper and shake her head, as Master Ian carried her toward the other girl, her ‘new friend’ Victoria. He brought her right between Victoria’s thighs, where they were spread open over the cushions she had set up so that Abigail could sit on them, to have her own pussy waxed. Abigail closed her eyes when she saw the other girl’s pussy coming closer and closer.