(This takes place a few weeks after the story called Taken.)
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Amy was nervous. As she sat in the passenger's seat of Master's Jeep, her eyes were covered by a purple cloth so she couldn't see where she was being taken. It was a few weeks after being taken and Amy discussed with Master about how much she needed more time with training. The roughness of the shafts of her two "assailants" taking her rear entrance concerned her, especially because she wanted Master's shaft to be exclusive. Still, it pleased her Master to have it done and she loved the yearnings it unlocked within her.
So she found herself in his Jeep going somewhere unsure of what he was planning. As was customary for his Dom Mode as he called it, he kept quiet. It was the times he was quiet that Amy secretly was the most concerned. Unlike most Doms she has heard about, hers seemed more deliberate. He didn't waste movements. Yet, she trusted him, explicitly. As she felt the Jeep stop, she heard the door open on his side. Then there was total silence as she felt the cold air of her door being opened and his gloved hand grabbing her wrist.
"This way, slut," he whispered.
She allowed him to lead her. His gait was slow, which made it difficult for her to keep up since her legs were longer. At a certain point, she felt her nose touching a wall of sorts. Master's voice then resonated in her ear.
"Wait here, slut, while I make preparations. You are to make no sound except to answer me. Do you understand me?"
She whispered, "Yes, Master."
She stood there, nose against the wall as the cold wind blew. She could feel the dampness of her pussy and the bite of the air as she stood there, unsure if she was being watched. Still, she stood there for an eternity before she felt his hand again, this time sans glove. His grip felt warmer and more inviting as she was ushered into a room of sorts. She knew it felt warmer before she was pushed against a bed and her hands found the bed in front of her. Almost instinctively, she spread her legs in the position he required to check to ensure her undergarments or lack thereof was present.
"Very nicely done, my pet," she heard him whisper.
She then felt his hand slide under her skirt and touch her very wet folds. She felt two of his fingers roughly press inside her flower and she bit her lip to avoid moaning. Almost abruptly, and sadly too soon in Amy's opinion, his fingers were removed. She was then guided on the bed on her hands and knees before she heard Master's voice in her ear again.
"My pet, it is time for your training. I am going to have four 'Trainers' help me train your ass. Each will enter, slide up your skirt and use your ass within the parameters I have given them. By the time the fourth has used your ass, you will be expected to thank them properly. Do you understand? Answer now."
"Yes, Master," she answered.