Alana's Arousing Adventures

Chapter Five

The long, dark hours were a torment indeed; I tossed and turned, conscious all the time of the yearning ache in my little bud. My hands strayed down my naked body towards it but I could not beat the compulsion put upon me by Callis and so my lust remained unrequited and I remained unrested. Consequently, I got up in the soft, grey light of dawn and wandered around Mistress Breanna's villa, snooping into every nook and cranny in search of anything useful for I was determined at some point in the future to escape from my life, if one could call it that, as a sentient. I had been human and I could still remember what that meant despite the controlling chip in my brain. I wanted freedom and the right to make my own decisions for better or worse.

Despite the careful scrutiny, I came across nothing that I considered would be of any help and so I headed down towards the kitchen after an hour or so, stomach rumbling as I had not eaten much the day before. I was slipping down one of the corridors silently when I heard voices echo out of one of the rooms ahead of me and so I stilled instantly and listened, getting more interested as I recognised that it was Breanna and Callis chatting away.

"So your instructions are that I can do anything but take her virginity?"

"That's correct, Callis. The buyer is very keen to keep her safe from harm until he can get here and enjoy her for himself, I suppose. He knows that the state's spies will be watching carefully though and so everything must seem like she was bought to be a pleasure toy for me and my friends...or to be trained up and sold on for a profit later."

"She has an attitude problem, Mistress Breanna..."

"So beat it out of her, Callis. The buyer didn't say he wanted her to be a problem in future and I am sure that he would like her to be malleable when he arrives! Virgins can be fun but screaming ones are a little wearing!"

I shrank back round a bend in the corridor as I heard the hinges on her door squeak slightly and I listened carefully, hearing the soft echoes of footsteps heading in the other direction. I waited for a minute or so, brain trying to take in what I had heard, then followed, slipping into the kitchen and finding myself some fresh fruit to eat from the long table set out in the middle. I sat down on one side and tried to ignore the curious stares of the other household servants as I crunched through an apple, mind full of dark thoughts as I wondered who had bought me and whether they wanted anything but my body.

It was only when Callis walked in that I snapped out of my reverie. As soon as I noticed him, my pulse quickened and I felt my bottom twinge as it remembered how he had warmed it up the previous evening. Would he do so again today? The thought flickered through my mind and confused me utterly. I wanted to feel that heat and arousal coursing through my body once more yet I knew how degrading and demeaning it was to be beaten. I could feel that in my soul and it made the experience somehow even more intensely satisfying. Was that why Class Five Sentients commanded such high status and prices? Because we could feel everything just as if we were pure humans? Did that turn the owner on more than if we were one of the expertly crafted virtual reality type machines that were readily available at a fraction of the cost?

"You can work here in the kitchens this morning, Alana," stated Callis, strolling up until he was standing right next to me. "Do you good to do some proper work, I think. Make sure that she doesn't slack off, Georgia!"

"I'll keep her working hard, Callis," commented a tall, dark-haired lady who was busy tossing some vegetables in a frying pan.

"Good. You have my permission to discipline her if she doesn't work hard or if she answers back!" Callis added before he picked up a nectarine and wandered out of the room.

"You can begin at the bottom, girl. There's a mountain of vegetables to start peeling over on the side there so you can stop your daydreaming and get on with it!" snapped the cook, grinning at the discomfiture on my face at the idea. I took a last bite of my apple then threw it into the bin before I stood up and went over to the long, wooden counter and started to peel the pile of carrots. It was a mind-numbing job and one I was unaccustomed to as well. Having been brought up as the daughter of a senator and then transformed into a potential pleasure machine, nobody had ever thought to teach me how to peel a carrot. Fortunately, it was hardly difficult although I did slice into my skin on a couple of occasions early on before I got the hang of it. However I was, to say the least, slow and there was still a veritable mound of carrots to be attended to when the cook wandered over and stood by my side watching me intently for a few seconds.

"At this rate, you'll still be peeling when it's dinner time, girl!" she snapped and then laughed as I dropped the carrot in my hand when she smacked me hard with the large wooden spoon in her hand. "You've got half an hour to finish them all or I'll be using this on your arse!"

I bit back a retort and concentrated on peeling but it was a hopeless task and there were still quite a few carrots scattered around when she returned at the end of the allotted time.

"A slight improvement in speed but not enough to get them all done, girl. Right, over the bench with you and let's warm those pretty arse cheeks up to encourage you to put more effort into peeling the potatoes which is going to be your next task!"

I thought about refusing. I scanned the kitchen but there was only one exit and one of the other kitchen maids was in front of it. Where would I run to anyway? The futility of escaping sank in and I turned and bent over the bench, heart pounding faster as I waited to be punished. I bit back a whimper of shamed embarrassment as Georgia pulled my thin shift up to my waist then folded it neatly over my bent back before the slightly rough wood of her spoon pressed against my resilient flesh.

"You can get on with your jobs, Ayesha, or you'll be next! Clean the floor properly and keep an eye on the soup while I attend to this useless skivvy's bottom."

I shivered as I waited, feeling the hardness of the spoon on my bare buttocks and knowing that pain would soon slice through my skin and on into my brain. I blushed at the thought that the cook was looking at my bottom. Could she see my tight little anus and the pink clamshell of my slit? Would I disgrace myself again by becoming wet? Just the thought made me feel hotter inside and I swallowed hard as another few seconds passed by. Then I jumped as a sharp, stinging pain shot into my bottom cheeks as the hard wooden spoon connected with my soft flesh. A sudden flurry of spanks caught me unprepared and I squealed at the pain that lanced into my senses. I reached back with my hands, trying to defend my vulnerable flesh but the cook just trapped them both and held them tightly whilst she spanked me harder, hissing maliciously that she was going to make me suffer for longer. I felt tears spring into my eyes and I tried to hold them back like I tried to resist the sudden moistness in my pussy as the heat in my arse cheeks built steadily. It was like trying to hold back the rising tide though as the sweet vibrations travelled through my skin and into my pussy, tickling my clit with desire and making trickles of juice dribble out of my slit.

I lost count of the number of times that Georgia smacked me with the spoon as all I could concentrate on was the infernal heat both in my bottom cheeks and within my pussy. Occasionally, the wooden implement strayed slightly and struck the back of my thigh and I hissed in pain as that tender flesh smarted. Then a hard flurry of smacks would make my bottom jerk and my breath hiss out of my lips before some gentler taps would give me a brief respite. Pain bubbled in my blood and up into my brain while pleasure filled my pussy as my clit tingled with desire at every stroke of the spoon. I parted my thighs, inching them wider as the heat built within my body. I could feel the need to have something thick and hard pushing up inside my pussy and I raised my bottom cheeks up to meet the hard smacks from the spoon. Another half a dozen cracked across my flesh before the spoon clattered down on the counter I was lying on and fingers strayed up the inside of my spread thighs, teasing ever closer to the throbbing centre of my being.

To my extreme frustration, the fingers brushed over my soaking slit once then stopped moving for a few moments, just cupping my softness instead before the cook pulled her hand away altogether.

"So soft and so very, very wet!" she cackled abruptly and I could feel my face colouring up like a beetroot as she continued to comment. I could sense the smiles coming from the other kitchen workers and that added to my shame yet perversely increased my desire too. Her hand slid down over my burning buttocks and between my thighs and I sighed with delight as she slid two fingers into the sopping entrance to my quim while her thumb rolled gently over my swollen bud. I moaned as she teased me, eager to come despite the embarrassment of being stared at but she eased her thumb away then her fingers as I pushed back into them before she picked up a large carrot from the pile in front of me.

"As you did not manage to peel all of these, it seems appropriate that I should use one to add to your punishment, Alana," she remarked and I swallowed hard as the hard end trailed down my spine and then my anal crevice before it slipped gently into my soaking slit.

I was ready and eager but, just as I sensed her starting to push, a loud commanding voice echoed round the room.

"No! Not there, Georgia!" snapped Callis and he strode into the room and grabbed the thick vegetable from the cook's hand.

"Why not?" asked Georgia.

"Because this little minx is still a virgin and must remain so. I dread to think what her owner would have done if you had broken her hymen with this carrot!"

"Damn! I was looking forward to sliding that up her twat and making her wriggle!"

"My apologies for your disappointment, Georgia."

There was a slight pause and then Georgia inquired thoughtfully, "What about somewhere else then, Callis, or is every hole out of bounds?"

"No, that's fine, Georgia, though I hope it won't be appearing in my dinner tonight afterwards?"

It took me a few moments longer to work out what they were on about and then I only realised when Georgia's fingers started to spread my own leaking moisture liberally up my perineum and then around my crinkled anus. I stiffened and tried to rise but strong hands pressed down on my back and I realised that Callis was holding me down whilst Georgia was teasing my untouched anal hole with her wet fingers. I groaned in shame as my body responded with desire to her sensuous touch. I gasped as her finger suddenly slipped inside me, pushing through my ring of resistant muscle. Another followed suit then both circled around slowly inside me and I groaned at the strangeness of the feeling. After slithering them in and out for a minute or so, Georgia withdrew her fingers completely and then I felt the thin tip of the carrot pressing against my vulnerable opening.

My heart seemed to skip several beats as shame and terror filled my mind but there was nothing that I could do as the hard end of the vegetable pushed inexorably into my bottom hole. I could feel my face burning as I knew that I was the cynosure of all eyes and I could hear Callis chuckling softly before he started to embarrass me further by commenting lewdly on how my dark whorl was opening so prettily for the carrot.

"Shame that you cannot fit a peeler inside her arse, Georgia, then she would be more use in the kitchen!"

I groaned as the carrot slid further in, stretching my anal entrance wider and wider as it thickened. Tears spilt from my eyes and rolled down my cheeks then dribbled down onto the counter as Georgia pushed harder and forced every last inch up into my bottom. I gasped as the last bit slithered into me and then my tight ring closed around the vegetable and she laughed and remarked that I looked so pretty with just the green feathery end dangling from my arse. She added a few sharp smacks on my still burning hot cheeks then added that it was time for me to start on the potatoes.

"You better be faster peeling those or I'll shove one of those up your arse as well! Oh and if this carrot slips out then I am going to make you eat it!" the cook hissed before she moved away and left me shivering and shamed beyond measure. Somehow, fighting off my embarrassment, I pushed myself back up and rearranged my clothing to cover my unwanted tail of feathery green fronds before I picked up the knife and started to peel the potatoes.