The Proxy

THEN

Eva woke early, showered and put on the uniform: a beige jumper, white blouse and cardigan. She checked herself in the mirror. She looked like any number of serving ladies she'd see leaving Lord Abernath's keep back home. She left early, hoping not to get lost finding Jolingo Hall.

"Hey, new girl," a voice called from behind her. She turned and saw a slender girl with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes walking quickly towards her. She was slightly taller than Eva but not quite as curvy, her small breasts barely visible through the uniform she wore. It made her think of what Madam Marie said about waifs. Eva smiled at her. "Sorry, you're newer than me. I'm Jillian."

"Eva."

"Nice to meet you," Jillian said. "I'm from..."

"I'd rather not know," Eva interrupted. "We are no longer from that place. We're from the place we go from now on."

Jillian made a face at the admonishment and sighed.

"You're right," she said. Other girls filled the halls, all headed for class. Eva and Jillian crossed the quad to a huge, utilitarian looking building near the back of the grounds. Stepping through a vestibule, they saw a tall woman in a dark blazer and skirt waiting for them with a clipboard in her hand.

"Names?"

They both said their names and the woman checked her clipboard. She nodded her head.

"Very good," she said. "Fifth floor. Room Five-Seventeen. Take the south staircase."

Eva led the way, finding the south staircase with little problem and made their way to the fifth floor. Room five-seventeen was halfway down the long hall, in the middle of the floor. The door was open and they stepped into the room. It was a large, lecture hall sized room with tiers of long tables and benches. Madam Marie was waiting for them. She smiled when she saw them

"Eva, Jillian, welcome," she said, coming over to each of them, giving a peck on each cheek. Eva mimicked the move. Her eyes slid to the front of the room where twelve women in similar dark blazers and short skirts sat waiting. Three girls were already there, glaring over at Eva and Jillian. Eva looked up at the clock. It was seven-fifty.

"Is this all?" Jillian whispered to Eva, who didn't answer as they took seats on the benches with the other girls. She looked up and a dark haired woman with dark eyes made eye contact with Eva then leaned over to another who looked up and nodded at whatever was said between them before going back to being as still as stone.

In the next ten minutes, seven more girls of all shapes and sizes showed up and sat alongside Eva and the others.

"Welcome, ladies, to the next step in your journey," Madam Marie said. "THis is where you will meet the woman that will mold you into a proper Proxy."

Eva looked at each of the women at the front of the room. Her eyes connected again with the woman with dark eyes. A slight upturn of the corner of her lips broke her stone face. Eva wondered if that was going to be her chaperone for the next few months. Madam Marie picked up a clipboard.

"Let's get started," she said. "Aliana?"

A short, petite girl with almond shaped eyes stood up.

"You'll be with Madam Ovanna."

A short, petite woman in a dark red blazer and skirt stood up.

"Beatrice."

A blonde girl with small breasts and long legs stood up.

"Madam Alexa."

Eva couldn't help but notice that the older woman was almost always a near match for the girls they were paired with. Eva scanned the remaining women and narrowed it down to three, if her guess was right. The four disappeared out of a back door in the room.

"Eva."

Eva jumped a little at the mention of her name. She wasn't sure why.

"Madam Chanel."

It was the darked haired woman that had whispered when they made eye contact. She had long legs and curvy hips. Eva couldn't help but look down. She wondered if that's what she looked like.

"This way," Madam Chanel said just as Madam Marie called out Gracie Mae. "We have a lot to do."

"Where are we going, Madam?" Eva asked.

"I want to see you in action," she said.

"What?" Eva said, unable to stop the questions. The older woman snickered.

"You heard me," she said.

"Are-are you taking me to the brothel?"

"No," Madam Chanel said, her hips swaying as they walked down a corridor. "Someplace else."

She set a blistering pace as they crossed campus.

"Each Madam tests their trainees differently," Madam Chanel explained. "I like to see what I'm working with immediately."

"So, I'm going to-"

"Yes."

Eva said nothing the rest of the walk across campus.

"This isn't something special," Madam Chanel said when they reached a small cluster of cottages on the other side of campus. Eva tried to remember the campus map in her room. "Thad is an old friend. The bastard son of a lord, he works with us from time to time. You'll find him a more than adequate lover. He's waiting for you in the bedroom on the second floor."

Eva nodded and stepped into the small house. Madam Chanel followed.

"I'll be in the room downstairs," Madam Chanel said. "Observing. If you feel it's too much, say so and we'll stop."

"What happens if I ask to stop?"

"I won't be your training Madam any longer and you'll be removed from the convent."

Eva nodded and walked up the stairs to the upper floor that opened into a spacious but cozy bedroom. In the middle of the room stood a tall, broad-shouldered man in his late twenties. He was tanned with short brown hair lightened by the sun. He smiled as she stepped into the room.

"I'm Thad," he said.

"Eva," she replied.

Something passed between them in the silence. Eva hesitated for a moment then crossed the room to him and started kissing him on the lips. The kisses grew in passion, tongues dancing with one another, hands wandering. He was well built and Eva felt a burning inside of her. She needed this man's touch. His surprisingly deft hands had her jumped undone and it dropped to the floor leaving her only in her blouse. Eva undid the top button and pulled it over her head. Now they were both in their underwear. He tore at her bra and Eva quickly undid it, dropping it to the floor with the rest of her clothes. She felt herself losing control of the situation and she didn't mind it. She wondered if this is what it would be like, would her lord be in charge. She gasped as he groped her tits before leaning down and put a nipple into his mouth.

Eva reached down into his boxers and grabbed a hold of his cock, stroking it. It was decent sized but she'd had bigger. He shuddered as she stroked it and looked into his eyes.

"You want me to put it in my mouth?" she asked, sounding almost innocent. He nodded.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, kissing the tip as she stroked it. She sucked down along the underside of the shaft while playing with his balls. She kissed back up, looking up at him, keeping eye contact as she licked the head. He suddenly grabbed her head and forced it down her throat. She gagged and drooled as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

"Guh! Guh! Guh!"

"You liked this, don't you?"

"Uh, guh, uh guh."

She took the entire length of his cock into her mouth and when he pulled it out, she gasped for air. She looked up at him, drool covering her chin.

"Fuck me."

He picked her up as if she were nothing and threw her on her stomach on the bed. Forcing her hips up, he thrust his wet cock into her pussy from behind, fucking her hard. She moaned and squealed, gripping the sheets as he fucked her relentlessly. She writhed with pleasure as he fucked her. He pulled out and rolled her over, sliding in as he looked down at her as he fucked her. She gasped and moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, her hands sliding up and down his muscular back. Her tits bounced up and down as he fucked her. She arched up, meeting each thrust. He groaned.

"Don't cum in me," she said. He nodded and pulled out, ropes of cum slapping across her tummy. He flopped back on his back.

"You were amazing," he said.

"So were you," she said. He got up and started to get dressed. Eva looked down at the cum on her tummy. "We should do this again. Soon." He raised his voice. "Is that okay, Madam Chanel?"

"Possibly," Madam Chanel said as she stepped into the room. She kissed him on both cheeks as he left the room. Madam Chanel handed Eva a towel. "There's a shower in the bathroom. I'll be downstairs when you are done."

Eva took a hot shower, letting the water run over her. Her fingers wandered down to her clit and she rubbed herself, having not orgasmed during the session with Thad, she needed a release. She leaned against the wall as she played with herself, letting the warmth both inside and outside of her wash over her. Her fingers moved faster and faster, rubbing in tiny circles. Her entire body shook as she worked herself up to cum, her legs nearly buckling. She let out a soft moan as she came. Gathering herself, she finished washing, got dressed and made her way downstairs where Madam Chanel was waiting.

She had an entire spread of small sandwiches, pastries and other goodies set up on a table along with a fresh pot of tea. She poured a cup for Eva and motioned for her to sit.

"Next time use a toy," Madam Chanel said. "You don't want to keep anyone waiting long for your own pleasure."

"Of course, Madam," Eva said, sitting down across from her.

"You performed admirably," she said, sipping from her cup.

"Thank you, Madam," Eva said. She added two cubes of sugar and some cream to her own tea.

"Have you ever taken it in the ass?"

"No," Eva said, blushing. She wasn't sure if she blushed about the question or the fact that she hadn't taken it in her ass.

"We'll have to work on that," Madam Chanel said, reaching down into her bag, she pulled out a small box. "Stand up."

Eva did as she was told.

"Pull up your skirt," Madam Chanel said. Eva did as she was told. "Bend over."

"Madam?"

"Bend over."

Eva did as she was told. Madam Chanel stood and walked up behind her. She pulled aside Eva's thong. She felt Madam Chanel's fingers prodding into her asshole with some kind of cold liquid. Eva gasped.

"What are you...what are you doing?"

"I'm putting in a plug," Madam Chanel said. Eva felt the plug slide into her tight asshole. She gasped but offered no resistance. Madam Chanel moved her thong back into place. "Lower your skirt."

"Yes, Madam," Eva said. She felt the plug inside her ass as she sat back down and continued sipping her tea.

"You must be prepared for any eventuality," Madam Chanel said. "A lord may ask to fuck your ass. He may have a guest you are entertaining that wants to fuck your ass. You must be ready for that."

"Wouldn't they want my ass as tight as possible?"

"Rest assured, I am not stretching it so they wouldn't notice," Madam Chanel said with a smirk. "I am far too experienced for that." She sipped her tea. "Thad can usually last much longer than that. He does so with me, so you must be impressively tight. We can't overuse you too much in your training. I will teach you how to keep yourself tight. But we need to loosen your ass for the next time."

"Yes, Madam," Eva responded, not sure what she meant by next time.