Chapter 16
Grace
Wincing, I shift on my knees, searching for a position that eases the pressure on my sore thighs and ass and makes the plug hurt less.
Such a position doesn’t exist. The trainer knows it, which is why he made me kneel here while he flits about the kitchen.
Whatever he’s cooking smells amazing even to my uneasy stomach.
It’s not even the amount of cum I’ve swallowed in the past few hours that’s bothering me, but the way the trainer’s cock kept hitting the back of my throat and the nausea that came with it.
For a moment back there, when he fucked my face, I genuinely thought I’d throw up all over him. Fortunately, I held it back long enough for him to finish, though my stomach rebelled at the thought of swallowing more. It’s not like I had a choice, though, so I just sucked it up and swallowed.
The gag reflex is a stupid thing. I already dread how we’re going to “work” on mine, but if it helps me serve the trainer without feeling this miserable, I’m all for it, especially since he clearly wasn’t impressed with my performance.
Since he fucked my mouth, he hasn’t praised me once, and the thought that I failed him gnaws at me more than the pain.
Exhaustion doesn’t help, and I use all my strength to keep my eyes open, though my eyelids feel a ton each.
Keeping my body straight is even more difficult, and I keep listing to the side, desperate to lean against the counter, even if it’s just for a second.
Once again, my mind feels stuffed with cotton.
I know I should be thinking about something important, but it’s like trying to remember a dream.
It slips away every time I reach for it.
What could be more important than figuring out how to make my Master happy again?
How to earn his praise, to let me lean against him as he washes me or touches me.
I need his touch so badly. Throughout the training, he’d touch my pussy here and there, enough to keep my arousal roaring but never anywhere close to giving me an orgasm.
I don’t deserve it, I know that, but damn.
I want it. Need it. If I thought it would help, I’d crawl and beg to be allowed to come, but unless the trainer changes his orders or speaks to me directly, I’m not allowed to move or say anything.
All I can do is kneel here, bone-tired and aching in every way, and think about how I could do better.
Escape. You’re supposed to be thinking about escape, Grace!
The thought cuts the fog clouding my mind. Escape? My first thought is that it’s against the rules. I have to follow the rules, don’t I? Kneel. Keep your head down. Smile. Obey. The rules are there for my own good. To protect me. Yet…
My eyes keep getting pulled toward that door in the corner.
The only way out of this place. I should…
I should be trying to get there? I don’t see why, but the thought is pretty insistent.
A part of me wants to walk through that door.
To escape. All escape attempts will be severely punished.
I don’t want to be punished. I want to be good for my Master.
He said he likes it when I’m in pain, and I’m happy to serve him that way, but I have a feeling a “severe punishment” would hurt far worse than the spanking he gave me this morning. Why exactly should I be escaping again?
My mind has no answer to that. Abstract concepts like freedom mean nothing to my exhausted brain, which craves only sleep, or to my aching body, which longs for relief from the pain and the need between my legs.
“Tired, Doll?”
The trainer’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I realize I’ve been slouching awkwardly. Scrambling to correct myself, I nod. “Yes, Master. But I’m ready to serve you.”
His sigh makes my heart race. What did I do wrong? Was I not supposed to say it? Probably not. I should have just answered his question and nothing more, but I do want to serve him.
You don’t want to serve anyone!
The thought brings a hint of clarity. What am I doing? I should hate this man. Shouldn't I? He hurt me. Except he did it because he likes it when I’m in pain, and if it pleases him, he has a right to do it, doesn’t he?
Damn. Something tells me the answer is no, even if I can’t focus on why. I can’t think about that right now. I need to know what I did wrong so I won’t repeat it. I can’t stand that sigh, like he’s suffering. I can’t be the reason for that.
“Oh, Doll.” He sighs again, and I have to clench my fists by my sides to stop myself from reaching for him. “You’re truly something,” he adds so softly I barely hear him.
I’m not sure if “being something” is a good thing or a bad thing.
With my mother, it was always a bad thing, but the trainer doesn’t sound angry.
Since he hasn’t asked me a question, I keep quiet, waiting for an order.
Hopefully one that lets me off my knees because they’re starting to throb with the rest of my body.
“Crawl” is the only word he says before turning around and striding off.
The tiles are cold beneath my hands and knees as I follow him back to the living room area.
My hopes of rest vanish when he flops back onto the couch where we spent the past few hours “training.” I suppose I should be grateful I get to serve him again.
I did ask for that, didn’t I? I’m just so damned tired I might start crying.
The plug shifts inside of me uncomfortably as I move to kneel between the trainer’s spread knees again.
Shaking his head, he pats the cushion next to him. “Sit here with me.”
A few tears roll down my cheeks as I sit on the couch, not even minding the plug pressing deeper, because after hours on the floor, it feels like I’m sitting on a cloud.
It gets even better when Master wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close.
“You’ve done well today, Doll,” he says, and I just about melt into him.
“Normally, I’d keep you awake with passive training, probably on one of the fuck machines, but we’ve both earned a nap, wouldn’t you agree? ”
A nap has never sounded so enticing in my life. “Yes, Master.” Then, because I just can’t help myself, I add, “You should rest too. You seem troubled.” I don’t gather the courage to ask if it’s because of me, too afraid of the answer.
This time he sighs into my hair, his breath whispering over my scalp. The room is cool, and I shiver in my nakedness.
“You’re a sweet little thing,” the trainer says. It sounds less like a compliment and more like a complaint. “You only need to worry about your training, Doll. About how you’re—how you’ll serve your future Master,” he finishes through gritted teeth.
“Oh.” Right. My future Master. Because I can’t stay here.
Because you’re being trafficked! Focus, you idiot!
“Yes, Master,” I say, because that’s what he expects, but something stirs deep inside me. It’s a slew of painful emotions, disappointment the most prominent. He doesn’t want me. Not really. He’s going to send me away. Why should I want to please him if he doesn’t want me?
You shouldn’t. You need to get your crap together and get out of here.
“Good girl,” the trainer says, but is the affection in his voice genuine?
I bet he says that to all the Dolls before he sends them away.
I don’t want to leave but if I have to, I want to get away from everything, not to be shipped to someone who can never measure up to my Master.
I’ll focus on escaping, but later, after I’ve slept.
I can’t concentrate on anything right now.
The trainer reaches for a bowl on the coffee table, stirs its contents, and smiles at me. “Let’s eat. I originally wanted to make pancakes but you need something more substantial. Open.”
It’s a risotto with lots of vegetables and meat. The trainer dutifully blows on the spoon before bringing it to my mouth. I can’t help but moan when the flavor bursts on my tongue. It’s so good, and he made it for me. How can he be a bad person when he’s so nice to me?
The trainer eats most of it but makes me eat more than I’d normally manage, threatening to force-feed me if I don’t.
Then he leads me to my cot. He’s changed the soaked bedding, and the mattress is thankfully waterproof, so at least I’m lying on a dry bed, even if my other needs haven’t been taken care of.
The plug is still firmly wedged in my asshole, and my pussy throbs, desperate for a release.
A blasphemous thought crosses my mind. What if, after the trainer falls asleep, I took care of my arousal myself?
I’m good at being quiet while masturbating.
The orgasm won’t match the one he gave me yesterday, but it’ll take the edge off this relentless need, and he never has to know.
As if reading my mind, the trainer frowns while fastening a chain around my ankle. “Are you going to be good, Doll? I’d hate to punish you for disobedience.”
“I…” I can’t lie to him. I’m a terrible liar, and he seems to know what I’m thinking anyway.
“Tsk, tsk. Do I have a naughty Doll after all? What shall I do with her?” He sounds amused, and that’s the only reason I don’t panic when he kneels at the foot of my cot and leans over me.
For one crazy moment I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead he runs his nose along my jaw, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“I could just tie you down to make sure you wouldn’t be able to touch yourself.
I could also put a vibrator inside of you, set it on the lowest setting, and leave you squirming here for hours.
You’d be constantly on the edge but never quite able to tip over.
Perhaps that would make you remember that your body belongs to your Master.
Your tears, your moans, your orgasms. You don’t get to keep anything for yourself, Doll. ”
His words definitely shouldn’t make my pussy clench.
Yet they do, and I’m desperate enough to beg shamelessly.
“I’m sorry, Master. I truly am. I didn’t want to disappoint you, I just…
Please, Master. You said I was good. Please let me come.
” I know I’m being too bold, but I’ll lose my mind if I don’t come soon.
“Hmm. I did say that. I also said that you’ll be rewarded with a nap. Would you like to trade that for an orgasm?”
What kind of choice is that? I need to sleep. My head throbs at the thought of staying awake, but my body demands release, and I doubt I could fall asleep this aroused. It’s not fair.
“Life’s not fair, Doll,” the trainer says, smirking. Oh, did I complain out loud? “You’re getting some sleep. Orgasms are for good Dolls and I’m very disappointed with you right now. I thought you wanted to be good for me?”
“I did! I do! I want to be good for you, Master.” Is he really disappointed with me?
I guess he’s right to be, since I was thinking about breaking the rules and masturbating, and even considering— My eyes dart toward the corner of the room where the door is.
I can’t see it from here, but I know it’s there, taunting me. So close, yet completely inaccessible.
I gasp as a hand squeezes my throat.
“What was that thought?” the trainer growls, all traces of amusement gone from his voice.
“Bad, bad Doll. There’s nothing for you behind that door.
Nothing but pain and death, remember that.
I’m trying to help you, Doll. Everything I do, I do for you.
Once you’re with your new Master, you’ll be grateful for everything I taught you.
For now, though…” His thumb traces my trembling lips. “I think a punishment is in order.”
Tears fill my eyes as he retreats. “I’m sorry,” I whimper.
“I hope so. I don’t like wasting time with ungrateful Dolls and right now, I don’t feel like spending any more time with you.”
My blood turns to ice. What? He can’t leave me!
He’s the only one who’s ever been kind to me.
What will happen to me if he gives up on me?
Am I really not worth anyone’s time? “Please don’t leave me, Master.
I’ll be good, I promise. Punish me, please.
I deserve it. Just… Please, let me prove that I can do better. ”
“We’ll see about that, but since you really have been good earlier, I won’t punish you too hard. You might still manage some sleep, though there’ll be no relief for you.”
Locking my wrists and ankles to the corners of the cot, he runs a vibrator between my soaked pussy lips, coating it thoroughly before pushing it inside. The ribbed surface sliding against the plug makes me clench around both, my arousal spiking.
“How does that feel, Doll?” the trainer asks as he alternates between fucking me with the vibrator and the plug.
“Full,” I gasp, “so full. Oh god!” The soft whir of the vibrator is barely audible and the vibrations are gentle, more of a light teasing than actual stimulation, but my body grows taut, my back arching as if I could somehow move the vibrations to my clit, which is where I need them so desperately.
Laughing, the trainer tightens straps across my chest, stomach and thighs, further securing me to the cot. Smirking, he brushes a lock of hair from my forehead. “Enjoy your rest, Doll.”
Rest? I whimper. There’s no way I can rest now. Why did I even think about touching myself? Of course, he would know, and he’d have to punish me for it.
You’re not his property, Grace.
Am I not? Down here, I’m all his. There’s no one else, no escape, no alternatives. How can I not belong to him? He takes care of me, correcting my mistakes and praising me when I get things right. I don’t mind being his.
You’re not anyone’s!
No, I’m not. Because he will hand me over to someone else, and that hurts more than anything, even more than my throbbing body.”