Part 3 - Training begins.
She awoke, her stomach grumbling and her mouth was dry. Her eyes quickly
surveying the room in the hope that last night was some far fetched fantasy.
Hope faded in the darkness of the cell. She was still a prisoner of a mad, sex
crazed man. She was drawn to the one new feature of the room. A tall black pole
stood in the corner of the room about 6 foot in height, a couple inches wide at
the top, widening to 2 foot at the bottom. It had 3 shapes sticking out of it.
As she got closer, she realized there were 3 dildos. She examined the item
closely.
She was curious now, what function does it serve? It was bolted in place with 3
pipes coming out of the back. She examined the topmost dildo; it curved around
and was 8" long and 2" wide, placed at the same height as her mouth. It was like
one of those realistic dildos, she had seen with her boyfriend. A different
world she thought. Would she ever be free of this place? It even had a small pee
hole. The next two were similar but smaller. The last one had a strange sticky
coating. It just wouldn't come off of her fingers. Where is a washbasin when you
need it?
'I am sure I will be introduced to its function later'.
With little else to do she curled up on the bed to wait. She waited. There was
nothing, no sound, and no movement. She was alone and worried. The pain in her
stomach grew worse. She knew he wouldn't leave her to die, would he? Had she
stopped too early yesterday? Her mind began to wander and focus on the strange
pole. With nothing better to do she examined it again. She wondered what it
could be for. Maybe he meant for her to train on it.
'Well nothing else can go wrong' she said to the darkness.
She placed her mouth on the top dildo. Feeling very silly she stopped and
turned. A cool short sensation hit right between her shoulder blades.
Desperately she reached around to feel what hit her. All she knew was it felt
wet. She examined the dildo; a small drop of liquid was hanging, ready to fall.
Her tongue darted out to catch the bitter liquid. It wasn't pleasant but it was
better that dieing of thirst. She didn't care what it was and eagerly she pumped
the dildo. Soon her stomach was full. She started to smile, then to laugh. She
collapsed on the bed, wondering what the fuck was going on and if it was all
some silly dream. Whatever stuff she had taken had really blown her mind now.
Mark watched on with interest. 'This one will go far' he thought, 'her half
broken mind makes her easy to control'. He wondered what sort of tragic events
had brought her to his domain. "I will enjoy breaking her in. I will do this one
personally".
As the key turned in the door she awoke. Her eyes were slowly adjusting to the
light. Mark stood before her, naked, except for a pair of sandals. He had a
dangerous smile like a cat spying a trapped mouse. His hard cock suggested why
he was here.
'Kneel, slut'.
She paused a moment, thinking of resisting. Maybe I should curl in to a ball and
wish I were home. It works in the movies. From the impatient look growing on
Mark"s face, she knew this would result in a punishment. All she knew was that
she felt she had had enough of being beat. She knelt on the hard wooden floor.
Her face inches from Mark"s cock. It wasn't very long maybe 6" in length but it
made up for it with width.
'Suck'
Mark was pleased by how quickly she took the cock in her mouth. This was not her
first blowjob. She worked the cock like a well-oiled machine. Her tongue was
teasing the rim. Mark grabbed her by the hair and forced her deeper onto his
cock. She didn't try to resist, her time to escape would come and she would take
it. Suddenly he withdrew.
'It is time to christen you, slut' he pronounced as he begin to pump his cock
hard. Mark pushed her head down so his cock was aimed at her hair.
'I name you, Viterra" as his cum leapt forth covering her head in its mess.
'Look up and remember your name, it means new beginning in Latin. Where that
beginning leads is up to you. It can lead down a dark path of pain or down a
happy life of service.'
'Now let me introduce you formally to the pole. This will be your only friend
for the next week. Use it well and it will feed you. The top dildo you have
already met. The middle one is for your pussy. I expect you to use it for at
least 3 hours every day. Practice fucking long and hard. It will make your new
life much easier. The lower one is for your ass. I want that one well used
because many of my clients prefer anal sex. Practice well and you shall be
rewarded. Don't practice and you shall be punished. The pole has a dumb waiter
built in so all your meals will be delivered by that. During this time you will
also learn to cook. A guard will come fetch you when you are required. Any
questions?'
She wanted to ask to be freed but she knew the answer so she kept her tongue.
Her eyes turned to the post wondering if she could really do this or would it be
better to starve to death. A depression came over her as Mark turned to leave.
Viterra could not help wondering would she ever be free. She sat on the bed
trying her best to remove the cum before too much of it dried. The task was
without purpose but it was a slight distraction from the pole in the corner.
Viterra sat on the edge of bed; her eyes focused on the pole. Do I wait here to
die or do I try to get out? Mark watched from the control room, wondering a
similar question. 'Patience is the key here. Give her time and she will come
around." Almost in answer to his thought, Viterra rose from the bed and
approached the pole. He watched as she examined it closely, her hand caressing
the pole as if to introduce her. She began to size up her opponent. She caressed
the lowest dildo, covering her hand in the lube that flowed freely from it. She
smiled to herself as she carefully masturbated the middle dildo; making sure
every inch was covered. Satisfied, she turned and spread her legs wide then
slowly backing onto the dildo. She stopped for moment as if unable to continue.
The tip was just beginning to open her cunt lips. Her eyes closed as she plunged
herself onto the pole.
Pausing for a moment to get her balance, she tried to figure out how to fuck
this thing. It was difficult at first to push with her toes, forcing the long
dildo up her dry pussy. She began to play with her clit, imaging far away
places. Harder and harder she pushed her cunt, soaked from the fantasy. This was
some beautiful stranger who would love her. She struggled to maintain the pace,
her out of shape body was not used to such a work out. But she could feel the
orgasm building in her. This gave her the will to carry on. Her world blacked
out as she shook from the orgasm.
Moments or hours later she awoke on something soft. Was this bed of her dreams,
her eyes were blurry, she could just about make out the outline of a figure
approach. Words did not make sense to her. Did she have a concussion?
Her head began to hurt. Places and things started to mix, who am I. Where am I.
The questions went on. Her mind began to fade. Suddenly a word struck her,
'Viterra". Am I Viterra?
She had been crushed, her eyes shot open. What's going on? She could see a vague
outline; someone was putting their weight on her breasts. Wait, he is fucking
me? Is this my husband? My husband would never do this to me. I must have been
kidnapped. 'RAPE' she screamed. 'Glad to see you are awake, I prefer them
when...' As she awoke, the man was just climbing off her. She moved to strike
his back, but her hands were tied above her head. He walked from the room and
her world went black. Her mind raced to tell her it was just the lights going
out. Her cunt felt warm and sticky, best to forget about it. My husband will be
here soon to save me. Won"t he?
