Her Master's Courtesan (24 page)

I stared at her for another quiet moment, but then turned to unlock the door to introduce Kelsey to her new life, while at the same time, introducing Rebecca to the truth about hers.

As usual, it was freezing when we entered the room. It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Once Rebecca had followed me inside, I grabbed her arm to keep her from approaching the bed before it was time. I stood by the closed door allowing my eyes to adjust to the lack of light. Once I could make out the different shadows and figures in the room, I moved to the bedside table and pulled Rebecca along behind me. I heard her drop the bag from her shoulder near the table when I opened a drawer to retrieve a condom and a tube of lubrication. I’d just fucked another woman and I would need the feel of Kelsey’s tight ass to get me off again so soon. My cock grew hard at the thought of it.

We approached the bed and I heard Kelsey try to move away from us. Her chains rattled and her mattress springs squeaked, but I could see her clearly despite the darkness. Without a word I sat on the edge of the mattress and waited for Rebecca to take her place at the head of the bed.

“Good morning, courtesan, we’re here to introduce you to your new life.” My hand gripped around her arm before she could move father away. The chains at her legs rattled when she flailed and kicked and I held her face down on the mattress.

I watched Rebecca and she hesitated to grab her friend, but after a few seconds, she reached out and gripped Kelsey’s shoulders to hold her upper body still. It was odd, but having Rebecca there and having her assist, regardless of her pain at seeing me fuck another woman, turned me on more than I imagined it could. My cock was tight against my pants and I knew it wouldn’t take me long to find a release.

My hands gripped at the waistband of Kelsey’s pants and I pulled them over her full hips, down her legs and left them puddled over the chains locked around her ankles. She kicked at me and I smacked my hand against her ass so hard that it burned my palm. She cried out at the hit and I could feel her body shaking beneath me from her sobs. I didn’t look up at Rebecca, even though I needed to see the expression on her face. I knew the shadow would obscure it and I wished there was light for me to see how this affected her.

“Kelsey – you are now a slave. You will do everything I say, exactly as I say and you will not complain.”

I ran my hand over the firm round cheek of her ass and she bucked her hips in an attempt to avoid my hand.

“Jump away from me again, and I will punish the behavior.”

She bucked against me again, kicking up with her feet, attempting to hit me in the back. I dug the fingers of one hand into the sensitive skin of her hips. I reached up with my free hand and grabbed the back of Kelsey’s head and forced it down into the pillow. She struggled to breathe and I pushed her head down harder. She whimpered and I saw Rebecca pull her hands away from Kelsey’s shoulders. There were two sets of tears flowing freely now and I was suddenly fucking annoyed with Rebecca’s weakness.

“Pet – you better hold her the fuck down as I’ve ordered you to do. I’ll kill her if you don’t obey my instructions!”

Rebecca replaced her hands on Kelsey’s shoulders immediately and I gripped my hand into Kelsey’s hair. Pulling her head up, I listened while she gasped for air.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” I kept my voice calm – emotionless – introducing the fear that I wasn’t affected by what happened to her. If she died, she’d be buried and I’d move on with my life.

“Fuck you!”

I shoved her head back down and held her until her body stopped struggling and her feet stopped kicking. By the time, I brought her head up again; she was choking on the air her lungs were desperate to inhale.

“How about now, Kelsey? I’m running out of patience.”

“Yes.” Her response was spoken on a sob and the word was choppy and broken. I had no pity in me for the bitch – she would learn to comply or her life would end.

I brought my mouth to her ear so that my lips brushed across it. “The first thing you need to accept is that you are now owned. For now, I am your Master. I give orders - you follow them. It’s a simple formula that will keep you alive. Any disobedience on your part will result in punishment, as you have just learned. You have one job and one alone – to be a courtesan. You will refer to me as Master and I will refer to you in any way I please. My satisfaction and pleasure are the only two things that will matter to you. Your life no longer exists, nor does it matter.”

It was my typical speech – the first
psychological
introduction to their new life. I’d said it so many times, that I’d memorized it. This was a job and it was a job I did well.

“Do you understand the rules I have given you so far?”

She sobbed and sobbed, her nose sniffling and her body shaking from the force of her tears. I smiled. The fact that she’d stopped fighting told me I’d started to break her down.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Kelsey. You’re going to like it and I’m going to enjoy how much you like it. I don’t appreciate tears when I fuck, so if I suspect you are crying – I’ll give you a reason to cry harder.” My fingers played between the lips of her wet cunt. “Do you understand my instructions?”

“No…please don’t rape me…please.”

Rebecca’s sobs could be heard over Kelsey’s. I breathed out an annoyed breath and decided that my
courtesan
would be punished for allowing this to affect her. I couldn’t work with two crying women. I wondered why Rebecca cried – was it because her friend was being raped, or was it because I would fuck another woman? Either way, it didn’t matter; I would continue to stick my cock in whatever hole it wanted to go – regardless of whose body lays beneath me. I shook those thoughts from my head to refocus on Kelsey’s training.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Kelsey?”

Her body tensed in fear and stopped shaking. I wondered if she was going into shock – the emotions and hormones taking a tight control over her body and mind. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I’d have to start over if it did.

“Answer me, Kelsey?”

“NO!”

When she finally screamed her response – the typical first response – I grinned. “Wrong answer.”

I rubbed my thumb forcefully over her clit and a strangled cry burst from her lips. It didn’t matter what her mind was telling her, if a man knew what he was doing – her body would respond. Was it right? No. Was it moral? No. It was simply a matter of nature – of the body’s inherent wirings and programming.

I bent my head down and bit the soft flesh of her ass hard enough to leave a mark, but not one that would last. She cried out again and I continued rubbing my hand in circles over that small bundle of nerves that was swollen because of my touch.

“I want to fuck you Kelsey. I want to make this feel good for both of us. I will make this feel good for both of us. Answer me again – do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, just please don’t hurt me again.”

I rolled my head to stretch out my neck and phase two of the initial training began.

“Wrong answer.”

“No!” She cried and Rebecca held her down while I slapped my hand against the skin of her ass. When she was sobbing once again, I stopped. I stripped her of her ability to fight, I’d taken her free will from her hands and now I would replace it with thoughts of the behavior I required. This part was important, it was the conditioning required to break and person down to accept the suggestion of change.

“Listen to me Kelsey, because this is very important. What I do to you is what I want to do. All that matters is MY desires and MY satisfaction. Therefore, it will be wise for you to remember that what you want does NOT matter. When I ask you what you want – the correct response will be to remember that your thoughts mean nothing. Your answer will be silence. Do you understand?”

I recited the speech and when she nodded yes, when she finally breathed out the word ‘yes’, I smiled again. I could hear Rebecca sniffling from where she sat on the bed, but when I looked over I found that she continued to hold her friend down – obediently and without my having to remind her again.

I freed my cock from my pants that was bursting from the adrenaline and need that was coursing through my veins. I was a sick bastard to let it turn me on, but it’s what makes me good at my job. I understood that I was a criminal; I understand that what I do was looked down upon by society. But I didn’t care. I followed the natural order of how we were wired – it was the typical idea of the caveman and I took what I wanted because I was a man. I didn’t want emotion – I wanted to fuck. I enjoyed the power, the dominance and most of all the money that came with doing what I do.

Tearing the condom wrapper open with my teeth, I tossed the plastic wrapper to the ground and slipped the slippery latex over the head of my cock and rolled it down over the shaft. Gripping my thumbs into the cheeks of her ass, I wrapped my hands around her hips and pulled her up from the bed to shove myself inside. Her cunt immediately gripped me, but it wasn’t the same as Rebecca.

“Talk to me Rebecca. While I fuck your friend – tell me how many men she’s been with.” I bit the words out because even though this bitch’s cunt wasn’t as much of a perfect fit as my pet’s; it still felt incredible to force myself inside.

She sniffled back her tears when she answered me. “15 men. She’s been with 15 as far as I know.” Her voice cracked and I knew it was crushing her to sit here while I was doing this. I couldn’t help it - her pain turned me on more.

I thrust harder into Kelsey, listening to the soft moans that were now starting to escape her throat. My hands rubbed up along her back, eventually coming into contact with Rebecca’s hands at the shoulders. I placed one hand down on the mattress to steady myself and ran my free hand up Rebecca’s shirt. I took the weight of her breast in my hand and pinched the hard tip between my thumb and finger. The contact seemed to calm her down and she arched into my hold.

“Bend down further, pet. Hold Kelsey’s hips down for me.”

She did as she was told and it gave me a better grasp of her breast. My cock was rock solid and I forced myself inside harder and faster. My balls slapped against Kelsey’s ass and my eyes rolled back in my head as the soft moans got louder as they escaped her lips. Rebecca moaned also and I wonder if she was turned on by my touch only – or because of what we were doing.

I wanted to screw Kelsey up mentally, so I added humiliation to the physical act I was committing against her. I wanted to weave her sexual nature from before into the sexual nature I was now creating within her. “Tell me the names of the 15 men, pet. Say them for me.”

Rebecca recited the names – Billy, Mark, Seth, Ken … the list went on. The names were spoken on broken breath, punctured by the moans of the two women. And I felt Kelsey respond finally, her cunt tightened and the muscles rolled along the shaft of my dick. I pushed in even harder and her cries told me she was close to her release. As soon as her orgasm started, I let myself climax, thrusting into her over and over until my body had been milked of what remained. I released Rebecca’s breast to clamp my hands around Kelsey’s hips to thrust in one more time. She screamed her release and my entire body tensed with mine. My head fell back and my mouth opened as I drew in air.

I climbed off her, stripping the condom from my dick and throwing it in a garbage can I knew was by the side of the set of the bureau.

“Let’s go pet. We’ll resume her training in the morning.”

I’d done my job for tonight. I’d made the initial introduction. Tomorrow she’d be broken down farther and taught to submit. I liked to stagger the training in order to empty her of her own thoughts, opinions and desires without completely breaking her and ending up with a crushed woman that was no good to any man.

Rebecca crawled off the bed and moved to grab the bag she’d brought into the room. She followed me out and waited in the hall while I turned to relock the door. When I turned back, her eyes were facing the ground, but I could see the stain of her tears that ran down her cheeks. She was still sniffling and her shoulder’s drooped down. I could tell she was upset from what just happened. I found it odd that she resumed crying again after she’d been so turned on during the course of it.

“Did that make you wet?” I stepped forward, overshadowing her body with mine when I reached down and grabbed her by the chin. Forcing her face up, I looked into her tear soaked eyes and smiled. “Why are you crying, pet? I’m doing this for you. So you can stay with me.” I chuckled. “Based on your behavior in there, I thought you liked it.”

Her eyes locked with mine when she whispered her question. “Did you like it? Fucking her?”

The question she asked was enough to tell me that she hadn’t been upset that her friend had been raped and that wasn’t the reason for her tears in the room and now. It was the fact that I fucked another woman. I was angry and I started to regret my decision to keep Rebecca in my home. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy my job if I constantly had a courtesan who cried about what I did. This wasn’t true submission – this wasn’t a slave to a Master – this was a woman who’d forgotten that her opinions didn’t matter.

I had to punish her for her behavior and I chose a punishment that would hurt her the worst.

“You’ve forgotten your place once again, pet – you’re allowing yourself to feel jealousy when the only thing you should be doing is wondering how to best please me. Your feelings don’t matter – they never have and they never will. All the matters are my needs and wants.”

I swiped my thumb over her trembling bottom lip and I grinned down at her, knowing that what I was about to say would be the worst punishment of all.

“I did enjoy fucking her. I haven’t come that hard in a long time. I enjoyed fucking your friend while you held her down, and I’ll enjoy fucking the countless other women I train. Does that answer your question?”

There it was. The absolute dejection behind her eyes, the dam that opened and allowed the tears to fall freely down her cheeks. It eased my anger to hurt her - to teach her who mattered and who didn’t.