The character’s ages are never specified so you can imagine them however you’d like but I wrote them as High school age ish.
When I woke up, my head throbbed and the light in the room was blinding. As I blinked, the room started to come into focus, and so did the face two feet from mine.
“Hey are you okay?” asked the boy in front of me. I nodded. The headache seemed to be wearing down. I glanced around as my vision returned at the white cell we seemed to be in. White walls, white floor, white closed door with no handle on this side. I shook the last of the glare from my eyes and with the boy’s help, pulling myself to my feet.
“What’s your name?” he asked. “I’m Ryan.”
“Lia,” I replied. “Where are we?”
“No idea, I only woke up a minute or two before you.”
Just as he said that, I heard the door click before swinging open, revealing a young woman in the doorway, wearing just a summer dress and a lab coat.
“The girl, I don’t know your name, come with me.”
“What? Who are you, where are we?” Theo asked, and the woman rolled her eyes.
“Look,” she said, “I have guards in the next room who will drag you out of here and make you come with me. I’m not the person who took you, I’m just supposed to do my tests. I would appreciate it if you didn’t make my job any harder than it already is.”
I nodded shakily and took a step toward the door, but Ryan grabbed my arm. “Don’t go with them, you can’t trust them.”
“It’s all right,” I said. “I don’t want to upset them.”
He reluctantly let me go and I walked to the woman, who turned and led me down the corridor. I noticed the woman was wearing heels, whereas Theo and I had been barefoot. I hoped they kept my shoes. Those were my favourite pair of converse. I heard the door to the cell click shut behind me.
The woman brought me into a room just down the hallway with counters lining the walls and a gynaecologists chair in the centre.
“Strip,” the woman said and I faltered. “I said strip. This exam will be much easier if your naked,” she repeated, glaring at me. I still didn’t move. She sighed and pressed a button on one of the counters. In seconds, two men in identical suits were standing in the doorway, each looking terrifying. “Take off her clothes and put her on the chair,” the woman told them and they nodded, advancing toward me.
The first grabbed my arms as I struggled and fought, but he held me with ease as the second reached down and undid the button and zip on my jeans before roughly pulling them down my legs. I tried to kick him but he just held my legs as he pulled my plain cotton panties down to join my jeans on the floor. For the first time in my life, my pussy was exposed to another person.
Next to go was my top, which was roughly pulled over my head to leave me in just my bra. That also left me in quick succession, leaving me stark naked in front of three strangers. I was then lifted onto the chair and my hands and ankles were strapped down, leaving me helpless. Lying there, my legs spread wide and unable to move, I fought down the strange ache between my legs. ‘This isn’t turning me on. This shouldn’t make me wet,’ I told myself, but my pussy disagreed.
The woman came over beside me with a syringe in her hand. “If you keep struggling and making my life harder than it already is, I will inject you with this sedative. Do you understand.
“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth, and she placed the syringe down on the table. She took a stethoscope from a nearby counter and listened to my heartbeat and breathing, then checked my blood pressure, then injected me with something in my arm and something in my side. All normal things to happen at the doctors, but then she started checking my breasts. She took my left tit in her hand, mauled it, gently at first then more roughly, studying my face as she did so, then tweaked the nipple and rolled it between her fingers until it got hard. I was quite proud of my breasts. 32C and perky but her studious gaze made them feel inadequate. But then she did something unexpected, she pinched my nipple as hard as she could, twisting as she did so, and my back arched as a low moan escaped my lips. She smiled at my reaction, noting it on a clipboard, while my face turned beetroot red. I didn’t just- no, it was just an involuntary reaction to the pain, I couldn’t actually like that.
She gave my right tit the same treatment, but I managed to suppress the moan this time. Then she moved down to my pussy. She first just spread my labia and inspected it, making me feel exposed, but then she took a swab stick and inserted it into my vagina, swirling it around before taking it out and putting it in a plastic test tube, sealing it.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, as she returned to inspecting my vagina.
“So we can test for STDs or cancer.”
“How would I have an STD, I’m a virgin.
She frowned, peering at my most private places like they were an art exhibition. “You ever did horse riding?”
I nodded. “When I was really young.”
“That explains the lack of hymen.”
She didn’t say anything more, just proceeded to put on gloves and explore the inside of my pussy with her finger, and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. She looked up at me and began to pump her finger back and forth inside of me, watching me do my very best to keep quiet, until she finally pulled out her finger and ran it up and down my slit. Her finger bumped over my clit and I jumped. She flicked over it again, watching slyly as I writhed every time. Then, without warning she pinched my clit hard, like she had with my nipples, making me cry out in pain and pleasure. She nodded in appreciation, writing something on her clipboard.
She went to the edge of the room and rolled over a cart with what looked like waxing equipment on it, and though I begged her not to, and try to shimmy away, the straps held me in place as she spread the wax across my pubic hair. She pressed on a sheet of the waxpaper and then ripped it off, pulling off almost all my bush in one. I screamed as the burning pain spread across my labia. She used a few more strips until I was completely hair-free then applied some ointment and continued with her exam.
She pulled a bottle of lube from her coat pocket, squirting it on her finger and my asshole, making me flinch. She spread it around as I did my best to shy away from her touch. She slowly began to push her finger into me, the strange sensations making me want to scramble away.
“God you’re tight,” she said as she got her finger up to her second knuckle. “Whoever gets you will love your ass.”
I gulped. I didn’t know what she was talking about. I had lived a fairly sheltered life, but I knew what sex was. I was pretty sure by this time that that was what they wanted with me, but I didn’t see what my ass would have to do with that. The woman slowly pumped her finger in and out, making the strangest feelings spread into my pussy. I simultaneously hated it and didn’t want her to stop. She did though, and took off her gloves, grabbing an empty syringe from the counter and drawing some blood from my inner elbow before standing at my side.
“If I undo the straps, will you try to hurt me or run away?” she asked.
“No, as long as you let me put my clothes back on.”
She shrugged as she undid the first strap. “You’ll be taking them off again soon enough but whatever. Not my problem.” She undid the last strap and helped me off the chair, handing me my clothes from the pile on the floor. I noticed she checked my bra size and wrote something on her clipboard before handing it me. Once I was dressed, she led me back to the white cell and told Ryan to go with her.
“Just do what they say,” I warned him. And, seeing the fear in my eyes, he nodded and followed the woman out of the room, the door closing behind him.
I sat on the floor of the room, fidgeting nervously as I waited, until, just a few minutes later, the door opened again. But this time it wasn’t Ryan on the other side of the door. A tall, imposing man stood there, his large frame making me feel like a dwarf. He stepped in toward me and I scrambled to my feet, shrinking against the wall.
He stopped and regarded me. “Do you know why you’re here Lia?” he asked, his voice deep and rich. Without my permission, my libido started working overtime.
I shook my head.
He shot me a smile as if that would somehow alleviate my fear. “I’m your dom for the next seven days. Do you know what a dom is?”
I shook my head again, too afraid to use my words. He offered me his hand. “Come with me, I’ll explain on the way to our room.”
I didn’t like the sound of ‘our’ room, but this man scared me more than the men in suits, so I reluctantly took his hand as he led me from the room and down the corridor.
“A dom, Lia, is the person in charge of a sexual relationship. They decide when and how sex happens in their relationship. You were brought here to be taught about sex, I am going to teach you about sex. I will use you in every way I know how, and I will make you feel things you never thought possible. After seven days are up, you will be given the choice to go home, to go home with your memory erased of this whole experience, or to stay. If I’ve done my job well, there’ll be no chance you choose the second option. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said shakily, my mind reeling. But I didn’t understand. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. For one, no man would ever want to have sex with me, not with my looks, and for two, there was no way a place like this could exist. People being kidnapped just to learn about sex? That’s crazy.
He nodded, leading me down another empty corridor. “For this to work, you need to understand some rules. Number 1, you have no authority here. You do what I say, when I say, or there will be consequences. I don’t need your consent to do things with you. But it will be better for you if you accept what is happening. Number 2, you will try everything I put forward, regardless of what you think of it. You can’t say you dislike something if you’ve never tried it. You will learn about what it’s like to be with another woman, and what it’s like to be with multiple men. I don’t care what you think of that, but you will have to have these experiences at least once. Number 3, this is a safe space. You can talk about or experience your deepest fantasies, and you won’t be judged. Following on from rule 2, as long as you have tried something, you won’t be expected to do it multiple times if it really makes you uncomfortable. Number 4, I know you better than you know yourself when it comes to sex. I will know what makes you wet, even if you protest to the highest order that you hate it. But I do expect complete honesty from you at all times. You lie, and you will be punished. We will discuss punishments later. Do you understand these rules?”
“Yes, sir,” I told him, my anxiety ramping up and up with every word.
“Good girl,” he said. It was so demeaning, almost like I was a dog. But it still sent a flutter to my stomach to hear him say it in his rich sexy voice. Just as he said it, he turned into an open door and into a large bedroom.
It was like nothing I had ever seen. Taking up the majority of the room was a large super king-sized bed, dressed in deep navy covers. The walls were all a pale grey bar the wall behind the bed, which was the same dark navy as the sheets, and on which hung the largest collection of pain implements I had ever seen. Floggers of all sizes hung at one level, and below that paddles and above them riding crops, and many I couldn’t name. On another wall, there was a wardrobe unit complete with a large vanity and an open drawer revealing a large amount of lingerie. Opposite the wardrobes was a plain wall with two doors inlaid in it, one, open, leading to a bathroom, and the other closed.
I turned to him, my eyes wide and he chuckled. “Impressive, right? We won’t use much of that today, I just want to introduce you to some of the basics. This is where we will spend most of the week. Every morning for the first three days, you will be given an enema. You will get your nourishment through an IV, as I want to be able to use your ass whenever without needing to clean you out every time. You were already given temporary sterilisation by the doctor, so we won’t need to worry about using birth control, and we’re both tested so we won’t need to use a condom. But you will learn how to put one on a guy so that you are prepared for when you leave. Today, I’m going to break in your pussy and mouth, we’ll leave your ass for tomorrow. I also want to know more about what you know about yourself sexually. First, though, take off your clothes. I want to see what you look like. And then we are going to burn those clothes because they do nothing for you at all, and they make you look like you do your shopping while blindfolded in the dark.”
“Are you sure you want to see me, sir?” I said meekly “I’m not very sexy.”
He looked at me for a minute before bursting out laughing. “Lia, take off your clothes already. If you weren’t up to standard, you wouldn’t be here.”
I didn’t really know what ‘standard’ was just it must have been really low to have taken me. I reluctantly reached down and drew my t-shirt over my head, revealing my only good quality, my tits, which already looked badly proportioned to the rest of my body anyway. I dropped my top on the floor and unbuttoned my jeans before shimmying out of them, leaving me in just my underwear. He gestured for me to take them off and I reached behind me to unhook my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders, and then pushed my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood there awkwardly, holding my arms in front of me and keeping my legs tight together in an effort to hide. I looked down in shame at the floor. I thought he must’ve regretted the decision to bring me here now that he saw me in all my non-existent glory. He stepped toward me and I tensed up. He placed his hand under my chin and raised my head to look up at him.
“You will never hide yourself from me, Lia. You are much more beautiful than you give yourself credit for. When I want you to present yourself, you will stand with your legs shoulder-width apart and your hands behind your back.”
I did as he asked and blushed with embarrassment as he slowly walked around me, taking in every sight. His fingers brushed over the purple bruises on my arms.
“Who did this to you?” he asked.
“The guards, sir, I didn’t strip as the doctor asked so they took my clothes off of me.”
He glared, not at me though. “Those grunts. No man should ever handle you like that. The only bruises on your body should be from punishment or play, and only from your dom. I’ll explain a proper BDSM relationship a little later, I don’t want to overwhelm you with information. First I want to know what you think.”
“What?” I asked, surprised. I wasn’t expecting him to ask my opinion. The only upside I saw to this whole thing was that I wouldn’t be responsible for anything we did. He would be the one in charge.
“Come sit on the couch,” he told me, and led me over to a couch in the corner, sitting beside me. “Don’t feel uncomfortable being naked. You will be naked most of the time anyway, other than sometimes lingerie and pyjamas. But to make you less uncomfortable the first time…” he pulled his shirt off, leaving himself in just his jeans. I stared. He was ripped, all muscle as his abdomen rippled when he shifted on the sofa beside me. “So Lia, I want you to tell me what you know you like.”
“What do you mean,” I said, still slightly entranced by his naked chest and uncomfortable in my own nudity.
“I mean, what makes you hot. Have you ever had a sexual experience, or what do you like when you masturbate?”
I looked at him in shock. “I don’t masturbate, and I’ve never had a sexual encounter with anyone. Why would you think I did?”
“Because you are a knockout, and pretty much everyone masturbates. It’s a normal thing to do.”
“No one I know does it. It may be normal for you but not for other people.”
He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure all your friends do it, they just don’t talk about it. But you’ve never touched yourself, never been touched?”
I shook my head.
“What about things that make you horny? Have you ever watched porn, or seen someone do something that turned you on?”
I shook my head. “I don’t watch that stuff. My mam looks at everything I do on my computer.”
He nodded. “So you’ve no idea what you like?”
I shrugged.
“What about what you dislike? Is there anything that is a major turnoff? Anything you could never imagine enjoying in a million years?”
I shrugged. “I don’t really know much about sexual stuff other than that it’s supposed to feel good.”
“So how about I give you a little bit of an introduction?”
My head shot up. “Wh-what do you mean?”
He leaned forward and pushed back my long hair to whisper in my ear. “I’m already going to have sex with you a million different ways, but how about I show you some of the stuff normal couples do?” he said, and licked my ear as he retreated. My breathing quickened.
“I just want to make your first time good,” he said and I slowly answered.
“I-I, want it to be good too,” I said shakily after a long moment of consideration.
“In that case,” he said hungrily and leaned forward, planting a kiss on my jaw. I gasped.
He reached around pulled my leg over his legs, so I was sitting on his lap. He was still a few inches taller and had to lean down to reach my face. He kissed all along my jaw and my cheek until he finally landed his mouth on my lips, just the gentlest of brushes. His lips brushed against mine a hundred times, each firmer than the last until our lips met and he kept them together, slowly moving his lips to encourage me to recuperate. He put his hand in my hair to guide me as he flicked his tongue across my lips and slowly broached the inside of my mouth. Unsure and reluctant, I let his tongue enter my mouth and he hungrily began to taste every inch of it. He ran his tongue along my teeth and cheek and swirled it around my own tongue, with one hand in my hair and the other roaming from my hip higher and higher until it reached my tit. I felt my pussy get wet as he roughly mauled my breast, tweaking my nipple.
The hand on my tit moved back down to cup my ass, and he rolled my hips, grinding me against his dick, before moving his hand to the front of me and brushing his fingers across my labia. I gasped into his mouth as his fingers brushed up my slit and bumped over my clit. As we continued to make out, his fingers spread my wetness around as he slowly flicked back and forth over my clit.
As I lay there, my legs tied up and my hands cuffed to the bed, I gulped in fear as William lubed up my asshole, inserting his finger every so often to spread it around. He lined himself up with me, his head pushing against my tight anus. “You ready?” he asked and I just swallowed. I wasn’t ready but I couldn’t dissuade him so i just lay there and waited as he began to slowly push into me. God he’s big, I thought to myself as he pushed the bulbous head past my sphincter. I did as he asked and tried my best to relax and push out, but it still hurt. He kept pushing slowly in, the pain and discomfort ramping up with every inch.
Eventually, he bottomed out, making me feel so full i thought he was going to tear me in half if I moved.
I stood there awkwardly in the presentation position waiting for William to return with Uriel. I was nervous as hell, but also ready. I’d only known him a day but I knew William wouldn’t hurt me more than I could take. At last I heard the door open and resisted the urge to turn around.
“Wow she’s a looker, you got lucky with this one Will,” he heard a man’s voice say, presumably Uriel.
“She’s quite something isn’t she?” Will replied.
I heard them walk around me slowly, until they eventually came round to the front of me. Uriel’s looks were enough to get my libido into overdrive. Rich dark skin and taller than Will. He must’ve been 6’5 and built like a superhero. Wearing just a pair of jeans, I go to see his chest in all of it’s glory. God he was hot. He regarded me like a trophy or a painting, examining and appreciating every curve. I felt self-conscious but I knew better than to try and hide myself. And I wasn’t about to contradict William by saying I wasn’t pretty. I didn’t want another caning.
“Why don’t you give Uriel a proper introduction Lia?” William asked coyly and I smiled, “Of course, sir.”
I reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans, reaching in and pulling his cock free as I gracefully fell to my knees.
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