It was finally Kristin's turn to be called in front of her trainer. Would he humiliate her, like he had tits and cunt? Would he hurt her, like he had minou? His abusive treatment of the other girl had been followed up by what seemed like real tenderness, so which was the real man, the one who mercilessly beat a crying girl, or the one who gently held her while she sobbed? Clearly, his job description expected him to debase the girls, who were apparently nothing more than slaves now, but how much pleasure did he get from it? He seemed as relaxed and cheerful hurting the other girls as he had comforting minou or encouraging the terrified lilly, so where did the job end and the man begin?
Captivity had made Kristin better at not letting her internal thought processes distract her too much, and she managed to crawl over to his feet and assume the kneeling position without hesitation. Up close, his presence and attention were overwhelming to her, and she was grateful the position didn't force her to look at any part of him above the knee. Still, she could feel herself trembling under his gaze, which she felt burning into her neck. She was naked and completely powerless before a man who could do anything he wanted, and she had no idea just what that might be. The feeling burned inside her stomach and made her legs feel like jelly. She couldn't have stood if he ordered her.
"Worship, doll. Just like cunt did, with your arms out and face on the floor."
She struggled to comply, pressing her cheek into the cold concrete and stretching her arms out. He stepped over her arms and walked around behind her, his purpose being clear when she felt his hand on her ass as he knelt behind her. He gently stroked and caressed her, which gave her a thrilled tingle she couldn't quite understand, then she felt a finger inside her. Other than the Asian man back at the docks and her gynecologist, it was the first hand other than hers that she'd ever felt, and it gave her a reaction that none of them had.
"All wet already, doll?"
Kristin was mortified. She'd felt a sort of terrified thrill the whole time she was in his presence, but she hadn't connected it to any sort of sexual arousal. Was it some sort of involuntary reaction when the body felt itself in danger?
The finger slid deeper into her, and was joined by another, then they curved and she felt a thrill wash over her body. His thumb was rubbing her stiffened clitoris, and without thinking about it, she pushed back against his hand.
"You like this, don't you, doll?"
The probing fingers slid out, causing Kristin to gasp with disappointment. She felt his other hand running gently over her ass, giving it a firm slap, then teasing her anus, which tensed and thrilled her simultaneously. He shoved his fingers in her mouth, the same fingers which had just been in her.
"Taste yourself, doll. A slave always cleans off anything that's been in her, whatever it is."
Kristin eagerly sucked, something inside her desperately wanting to please him. She whimpered in protest as he stood, taking his fingers from her mouth. She knew there was something she should say, so she hazarded a "Thank you, Sir."
"Good girl, didn't even need a reminder. Thanks for what, doll?"
"Thank you for..letting me taste, Sir."
"You're an eager little slut, aren't you, doll? All these other slaves can learn from you. Now back up on your knees."
Her pussy burned with desire for his touch and her whole body shook with an emotion she couldn't begin to define. She knew she shouldn't, but she looked up into his eyes, only to see him looking down at her with the first expression that wasn't sardonic superiority. He looked slightly puzzled, but still amused.
A sharp slap on her face made her look down again. "Eyes down, doll. Don't forget your position. Now crawl that cute little booty back to your place in line. lilly! Come here!"
Back in her place, Kristin felt herself burning with hot embarrassment. It wasn't like she hadn't been turned on before. She had been pretty good at getting herself off since she was very young, but it hadn't been a whole body feeling like that ever before. She knew she wanted to escape somehow, but her body had betrayed her and even now was jealous of lilly kneeling before him. Kristin had to restrain herself from crawling back to him, bowing down, and begging for more.
The dark girl called lilly shook like a leaf in the wind on her knees in front of the trainer. Her body seemed to be trying to pull itself into a fetal position and only sheer muscular effort kept her in an approximation of the proper kneeling position.
"Don't be scared, lilly. I won't say I won't hurt you, but I'll warn you before I do and you'll always know exactly why, even if it's just because I feel like it. No matter how scared it is, I want sluts to do things the same way every time, just as they've been taught. Do you want to be a good slave for me?"
The girl nodded silently, head downcast.
"Speak up, slut. Use your mouth."
