One of the men from the stable had come to collect me after Mr. Bauer left and I had knelt on the floor, numbly allowing him to secure my wrists before leading me back to the stable. I followed him through the halls in a deep fog of shame and self pity, my brain going over and over the encounter I'd just had. Everything they'd done to me up to this point had seemed almost unreal, fantasy-like, as if I might eventually wake up and discover that the whole thing had been a bad dream or a mistake. Seeing Mr. Bauer had brought me crashing back down to reality and I was struggling to come to grips with what my life had become. This wasn't a fantasy, it wasn't temporary, and these men really were going to turn me into a sex slave, whether I wanted it or not. I had no way to escape and nobody to help me and for the first time I truly realized just how lost I was. My life as I had known it was over.
After scrubbing me down in the now familiar tiled room, my guide had brought me back to the tack room and strapped me down to the bale of hay in the center of the room. I had been wallowing in my depression, uncaring and uninterested, but the unpleasant prickling of the sharp hay on my breasts kept piercing through my miserable fog and bringing me back to the here and now. I fidgeted, trying to find a position that would afford me some relief but I was strapped down too tightly. The man had bound me so that my legs were spread wide and my head and neck hung, unsupported, over one side of the bale while my knees rested on the floor. I could feel cool air swirling over my exposed pussy and asshole and this, too, was distracting. I stared despondently at the floor, wishing they would just get on with whatever they were going to do to me next, but nobody came into the room. I waited for what seemed like hours, my breasts and nipples chafing against the hay, my knees beginning to grow sore from resting on the hard cement, but still no one appeared. Before today this would have driven me mad but now I just knelt there, oblivious to my surroundings. When I finally heard footsteps entering the room behind me I didn't even react, I just stared at the smooth cement floor, numb and miserable.
A hand caressed my ass before lightly stroking up my spine to my neck. My hair was loose, hanging down on either side of my face, and he gathered it up into a knot on the back of my head and secured it there with some sort of clip. I continued to gaze at the floor and he sighed, using one finger to lift my chin and turn it so I was looking into Master Hawkes' face. I stared at him, dully, and he nodded as if I had just done something expected.
"Yep. Was wondering if that would break you. All you sluts break at some point, you know that? Some break when we first take 'em, some break when we catch them "escaping", and some break when they have to service someone they knew in their old lives. A few break later than that, but not many. Makes my job easier when it happens early, but maybe not quite so much fun. I like feisty little cunts."
He let go of my chin and I dropped my gaze back to the floor, only partially hearing or understanding what he was saying. What did it matter, anyway? I knew what would happen. He, or someone else, would fuck me. Or they'd whip me. If they thought I wanted to come, they'd deny me, and if they thought I was fighting it, they'd force it from me. Either way I'd feel shame and disgust at myself, and there was nothing I could do about it. I could hear him moving around behind me, but I ignored it, not caring what was coming.
"So, like I was saying, you're broke now. It's a little like how we used to train horses. Grab 'em, and ride 'em hard til they give up and stop fighting. Then you just train them back up til they're just how you want. It's always a little tricky to get them to fight back again, to make 'em fun and spicy, but I know a few tricks. I want you broken, but I don't want you boring. Let's see if we can't get a reaction out of you, hmm?"
As he spoke, he was stroking my ass and thighs using firm, soothing motions, much like I'd imagine he would use on a horse. I expected him to grab my pussy, to try to make me wet, but he just kept rubbing me, squeezing my ass every so often. I felt one of his hands lift away and then there was a firm pressure against my asshole. I relaxed my ass, not caring what he did to it, and the object slid in a few inches before I felt my asshole closing down over a narrowed notch in it. I took a deep breath and suddenly went still, my nose twitching. I smelled ginger. Surely he hadn't put ginger in my ass. No, he couldn't have, wouldn't have. I clenched down on the object unconsciously and then gasped as I was filled with an overwhelming burning sensation. My ass felt like it was on fire, and even relaxing the muscles gave only slight relief. I tried desperately to ignore the sensation, to retreat back to my blessed numbness, but there was no way to escape the fiery pain burning its way into my ass. I began to struggle against my bonds, bucking and whimpering, alternately clenching my ass in an attempt to expel the horrible ginger plug, and then relaxing it as the pain became overwhelming. I gasped as Master Hawkes pressed the ginger in further, and writhed against the haybale, prickling my nipples on the scratchy material. He let go and walked around the haybale, crouching down in front of me.
"Good girl, fight it. Show me what a feisty little cunt you are."
I wailed and thrashed my head, tears streaming down my face as I fought to ignore the pain.
"That's it. Now, we're going to start your lesson. When I'm satisfied, I'll take the ginger out and you can beg me to fuck your ass. If you do poorly, the ginger stays in and I use hot sauce on your nipples and clit. Got it?"
I moaned and nodded my head, desperate to do anything that would end this torment.
"Not good enough, cunt. We discussed how you were to respond to me, didn't we?"
I winced, hoping that my error hadn't been enough to him to decide I'd done poorly, and gasped out "Yes, sir!" as quickly as I could.
