Chapter 12
L ouisa
Jax’s words sent a chill down my spine. Training me further?
My bottom? I clutched the edge of my chair, suddenly and perversely missing the diaper and the plastic pants.
The three men continued their meal as if they hadn’t just been discussing using me like an object, passing me between them like a party favor.
My mind raced with the implications of what I’d heard.
A conference of drug distributors, lured in with the promise of ‘bad girls’ like me.
And then what? The way Jax had discussed ‘taking out’ competition suggested something far more sinister than a business meeting.
These men were planning a massacre, and they were going to use women—girls like me—as bait.
I needed to escape, to warn someone. But who? The police? Would they even believe me? And how could I possibly get away when I was constantly watched, constantly controlled?
As the men finished their meal, Rudy cleared the dishes while Mateo stood guard by the door.
“Shall we move to the den?” Jax suggested, standing and extending his hand to me. “Little Lulu, come with Daddy.”
I took his hand, my legs trembling as he led me down the hallway after Oscar and Viktor.
The den was a comfortable room with leather furniture, a well-stocked bar, and walls lined with books.
A large television hung on one wall, and beneath it, I noticed with a sinking feeling, was what looked like a polished, bright pink wooden stool with leather restraints attached.
“Gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable,” Jax said, guiding me to stand in the center of the room. “Rudy, bring us the Yamazaki 18, please. And the tasting harness for Little Lulu.”
My stomach dropped. The tasting harness. I remembered all too well what Jax had done after bathing me. Rudy left and returned moments later with a tray of whiskey and the complicated arrangement of straps I’d had to wear earlier.
“Now, Little Lulu,” Jax said, taking the harness from Rudy, “it’s time to show our guests how sweet you taste.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Not like this.”
Jax’s expression hardened. “Rudy, take her dress off, please. Little Lulu, you’re going to assume the position for your harness on the ottoman. Now.”
I looked up at Rudy as he approached, my hands balled into little fists as if I might fight him off.
“Hands over your head,” he said, his voice almost gentle.
To my mortification, as I obeyed, and the enormous bodyguard reached down to pull the little pink garment up and off me, my pussy clenched hard at the knowledge that all these men could see me there in my daddy’s den, completely naked except for my humiliating collar.
My cheeks blazed like the sun as I walked to the big, leather-upholstered ottoman on wobbly legs. I sat on it, then lay back, facing the long sofa where Oscar and Viktor sat, grateful at least that I could only see the ceiling with its recessed lighting.
“You know what to do,” Jax said, his voice somehow a mixture of paternal care and paternal strictness. “Knees up and back.”
With a helpless little sob I obeyed this command, too.
The straps of the horrid harness felt even more restrictive than I remembered as Jax put them on, forcing my knees further up and apart, revealing everything to the hungry gazes of the men.
My arms were secured behind my head, leaving me completely helpless.
How many men? How many men are looking at my pussy and my bottom, my breasts with their shamefully hard nipples? Jax and his guests, and six… six huge, hulking bodyguards.
Then I wondered something else, something that made me clench again, to my horror.
Are they… are they all hard for me?
“Now,” Jax said, his voice taking on a commanding tone that made me swallow hard, “I think our guests should experience what a delicious little pussy you have, Little Lulu. I think I just saw her little vagina clench, gentlemen. I hope you caught that too; that’s the kind of bad girl we have here.”
I whimpered, hot tears of humiliation spilling down my cheeks as Jax began to stroke me there, his fingers gently pressing my clit, then making their way down to the opening of my aching sheath.
“She’s exquisite,” Oscar commented, the proximity of his voice telling me he had moved closer to examine me. “So pink and smooth.”
Viktor spoke from further away. I shuddered as I pictured his cold eyes appraising me like a piece of merchandise. “You’ve done well with her, Jax. She’s quite… appetizing.”
Jax smiled, moving his hand to squeeze my inner thigh possessively. “Gentlemen, please feel free to taste. I assure you, she’s delicious.”
I couldn’t keep from raising my head at that, in alarm and helpless need.
I gasped as I saw Oscar immediately kneeling between my spread legs, his hot breath on my most intimate parts making me tremble.
Then his tongue was on me, licking a slow, deliberate path from my vagina to my clit.
I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me, my body betraying me yet again.
“Mmm,” Oscar hummed against my flesh. “Sweet as honey. So good with the whiskey.”
When he finally pulled away, Viktor took his place, his approach more methodical. He explored me with clinical precision, his tongue probing and testing as if cataloging my responses. Despite my shame, I felt my arousal building, my hips trying to move against the restrictive harness.
“Indeed,” Viktor agreed when he finished, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. “Most satisfactory.”
Jax beamed with pride, as if their approval of my taste was a personal accomplishment. “I thought you’d appreciate her. Now, I believe it’s time we prepare her for the next step in her training.”
He gestured to Rudy, who brought over the pink wooden stool I’d noticed earlier. It stood about two feet high, its surface smooth and polished. The restraints attached to it looked sturdy and well used.
“This is a special training stool,” Jax explained to his guests as Rudy placed it in the center of the room. “Designed specifically for the anal training of girls like Louisa. Mateo, bring the supplies.”
I felt faint as Mateo returned with a tray holding what was clearly lubricant and a pink butt plug. The plug wasn’t huge, but to me, as I thought of my bottom’s virginity, it looked enormous.
“Please,” I begged as Jax began to release me from the tasting harness. “I’m not ready for that. Daddy, please?—”
Jax’s hand cracked across my face, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to startle me into silence. “Little girls don’t decide what they’re ready for,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “Daddy knows what’s best.”
Once I was free of the harness, Jax guided me to the pink stool. My legs trembled so badly I could barely stand.
“Bend over,” he instructed, pressing between my shoulder blades until I was folded over the stool. The polished wood felt cool against my bare skin. Rudy secured my wrists to the front legs of the stool while Mateo fastened restraints around my knees, spreading them wide apart.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t close my legs. Couldn’t hide any part of myself from the nine men watching me with hungry eyes.
“Perfect,” Jax murmured, running his hand down my spine to the curve of my bottom. “Such a pretty picture. Don’t you agree, gentlemen?”
“Magnificent,” Oscar replied, his voice thick with lust.
Viktor made a sound of approval. “I particularly appreciate the contrast between the pink wood and her red bottom.”
Jax’s fingers traced the marks his earlier spanking had left. “Yes, she marks beautifully. But we need to make sure she’s properly prepared for what’s coming.” He picked up the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.
I flinched when his slick finger touched my virgin hole, circling it with gentle pressure.
“Relax,” he instructed. “Fighting it will only make it hurt more.”
I tried to breathe deeply, to let the tension flow out of my body as his finger pressed more insistently against the tiny ring. When it finally entered me, I gasped at the strange, invasive sensation.
“That’s it,” Jax encouraged, working his finger deeper. “Good girl. You’re taking Daddy’s finger so well.”
The praise shouldn’t have affected me, but it did. I felt an absurd desire to please him, to be good at this degrading thing being done to me. When he added a second lubricated finger, stretching me further, I whimpered, but didn’t fight.
“She’s very tight,” Jax commented to his guests. “This will be her first time taking anything in her little bottom.”
“Lucky man,” Oscar said, moving closer to watch. “Nothing quite like being the first to claim a virgin hole.”
Jax worked his fingers in and out, stretching me slowly while I panted and trembled on the pink stool. After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his fingers and reached for the butt plug.
“Now for the plug,” he announced. “Little Lulu, this will help stretch you for my cock and make it easier to take me.”
I felt the cool, slick tip of the plug press against the wrinkly button of my anus. I whimpered, tensing despite Jax’s earlier warning to relax. He applied steady pressure, not forceful, but relentless, and I felt my body begin to yield.
“Breathe,” Jax instructed, his voice stern. “Push out a little, like you’re going to the bathroom. It makes it easier. Remember that this is what bad girls get, and make up your mind to accept the consequences of your behavior.”
Humiliated beyond words, I followed his instructions, bearing down slightly as the plug stretched me wider.
There was a moment of sharp discomfort, a burning sensation that made me cry out, and then suddenly my body accepted the widest part of the plug.
It slid the rest of the way in with surprising ease, leaving me feeling impossibly full.
“Good girl,” Jax said, his hand stroking my lower back. “Your bottom looks sweet with Daddy’s plug in it.”
“Look at how her pussy is dripping,” Oscar observed, his accent thickening with arousal. “The little slut loves having her ass filled.”
I wanted to die of shame because he was right—the intrusion, the fullness, the utter helplessness of being displayed this way was making me wetter than I’d been even this morning after my first whipping.
I could feel my arousal trickling down my inner thighs, and I couldn’t even close my legs to hide it.
“Gentlemen,” Jax said, his voice taking on that businesslike tone again, “I think you can see now how effective this approach could be for our conference. Imagine a dozen bad girls like my Little Lulu, each one trained to serve and please. What distributor could resist such an invitation?”
Viktor circled me slowly, his cold eyes assessing me like a prize horse. “I admit the appeal is undeniable. But can you really find enough girls of this… quality?”
“Absolutely,” Jax assured him. “In fact, I already have several candidates in mind. I happen to have access to an extensive database of young women like Louisa—intelligent, defiant girls who’ve gone astray and need firm correction.”
Database? My mind raced, trying to process this new information through the haze of humiliation and unwanted arousal. What kind of organization was behind all this?
“And you’re certain these girls will be properly trained in time?” Oscar asked, running his finger down my spine, making me shiver.
“With the right methods, yes,” Jax replied confidently.
“Little Lulu here is making remarkable progress in just a day. By the time of the conference, she’ll be perfectly obedient and eager to please.
” His hand came down in a sharp slap on my exposed bottom, making me jerk against my restraints.
The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending a jolt of sensation through my body. “Won’t you, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words coming automatically now, as if a part of me was being reprogrammed despite my conscious objections.
I felt Jax brush his fingers through my hair, the gentle touch at odds with my vulnerable, exposed position. “I think our guests are convinced of the potential, wouldn’t you say, gentlemen?”
Oscar nodded thoughtfully. “If the other girls are half as responsive as this one, we’ll have no trouble keeping the distributors… distracted.”
“I am cautiously optimistic,” Viktor added, his clinical assessment making me shiver.
“That’s all I can hope for,” Jax said breezily. “Now let me show you gentlemen out. Little Lulu, while I’m saying good night, I want you to think about what it means to have your little bottom hole full of what your daddy puts there.”