Chapter Eight: A Different Kind of Training The sluts hurried through the shower system. A few of them stopped to squat over the troughs, which were intended to catch their urine, but most of the sluts just peed in the showers or did not have to pee because they had already urinated on the ground while they pushed the roller. They then rushed over to the mess hall to greedily suck down the thick goop, which, since they we...

One month. Thirty days later, and I do not recognise myself. I sit at their table, the same polished oak as before. Anaïs emptied Jules with her mouth here, and he made his confession. I am no longer in the shadows, but pangs of nervousness still haunt me. The stem of a glass of Chablis rests between my fingers. Light and shadows dance over my naked arms. It flickers over my exposed décolletage. Candlelight softens the ed...

After Daddy dropped me off back at school, I told Bobbi all about how I seduced my mother and made love to her all weekend, and then how that very morning, I seduced my father too, so that he became the second man to fuck me. I think Bobbi spent the entire time I was talking with her jaw dropped. When I finished, Bobbi laughed. "My God, Alyssa, you really are a little slut, fucking both your Mom and Dad, and being the ins...

Chapter 4 Pleasing The Project Managers. Master Allan hugged me tightly while I sobbed into his shoulder. Tears streamed down my face, leaving a tiny wet patch on his shoulder. We stayed silent until he finally spoke softly, “Shh, Shh, Ah, Laura, I’m so pleased to see you.” “You did so well today. You were perfect,” he said, hugging me tightly. “Come along, let's get you out of the shirt and into a long, hot shower,” he s...

Chapter 3 First instructions Bukkake Baby, Test # 2 I hardly remember the drive home. My mind was filled with flashes of everything that happened to me over the last eighteen hours. My body was sore from the different positions they had me restrained in. My vagina and abdominal muscles were sore and aching from the number of times I had been fucked, not forgetting to mention the intense orgasms I’d experienced. It wasn’t...

Chapter Five: Processing In As Sarge walked up onto to the small porch of the processing shed, he shouted, “About face!” After a moment of confusion on the part of a couple of the recruits, he added, “That means turn around and face the other way.” It was obvious one recruit was still unsure of which way to turn, so he shouted angrily, “That means turn around and look at me!” All of the recruits were now facing the proces...

“God, I need to get laid.” Mathilde almost chokes on her drink, and her eyes water. I grin. “Jesus Christ, Elodie.” “Well. I do.” Her phone rattles on the table, and she peers at it. “Fuck… I have to take this.” Around us, patrons soak up the sunshine, and their chatter blends with the bar staff's industry. I sit among them, trying to contain these unleashed carnal forces. They crawl and slither through me, hot and insist...

Chapter Four: The Trip to the Ranch The bus was not what JJ expected. In fact, the bus was not what any of the recruits expected. There were no seats– at least not in the traditional sense. Instead, there were ten rows of large bicycle saddles– at least that is what they looked like. There were four in each row, mounted on poles about two feet high. In front of each row of saddles a long bar hung crossways at ceiling leve...

“What happened to the girl who used to walk to the mailbox naked?” he asks casually, dragging the butter knife across his toast with that sharp scraping sound that instantly tightens every muscle in my body. The butter. The butter he forgot yesterday. The butter I got up at six a.m. to run to the store to buy while the coffee brews, and he sleeps peacefully upstairs. I turn slowly, sarcasm practically dripping from every...