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Another pinch, this time lower, and because I know the pain is coming, I tense up, but it doesn't stop him. I scream, tears streaming down my face, but it only lasts a few moments because the drug he gave me takes over as I fall deeper into the high of it. I can feel them standing over me, looking at Luca's work and discussing the do's and don'ts while it's healing.
"Make sure she uses the bidet when she goes to the bathroom. It will take one to two months for the clitoral hood to heal but anywhere from one to four months for the labia piercing."
"When do you think you can give her the Princess Albertina piercing?" Sergio asks, and I'm trying really hard to keep my attention on their conversation, but it's all fuzzy. "I'd rather not have to wait even longer to fuck her cunt. Don't get me wrong, I love her tight ass, but sometimes it's just easier slipping into a pussy."
Luca laughs. "Don't you think I know this? I'm going to do a few of the women Dante brought back with him to make sure I'm comfortable doing it since it goes through both the urethra and the top of the vag. I don't want to fuck anything up on our poppet."
I feel hands caressing me. "Do you hear that, poppet? We don't want to hurt you; remember that the next time you think we like hurting you."
Sergio's teasing voice does nothing to ease my misgivings about their intentions with me. I feel the bed dip as a warm body lies beside me. I turn my head and see that it's Sergio. He's staring down at me, but then his hand comes up and caresses my head.
"I'm sorry we had to drug you, but I didn't want you to be in the pain you would have been in had we not. Believe it or not, I don't want you hurting unless it's from our cocks." He dips his head and brushes my lips with his. "I'm proud of you, poppet. You have adapted wonderfully to this new life, and I can't wait to watch you bloom. Keep it up, and I may make an honest woman out of you, tying you to me for all time. Of course, my brothers will still use you. I get off watching it, but you will be my wife with my last name and protection."
I hear what he's saying, and it's taking everything I have not to scream at him that I'm already married and that I will never allow myself to belong to him in that way. I will do what I must before letting him give me the D'Angelo name. It's with this on my mind that I fall fast asleep, tied spread eagle on my new bed with one of my captors whispering unwanted promises into my ear.
That night wasn't just the first night of my training but my initiation into the D'Angelo family. Less than a week later, Luca and Sergio once again drugged me and gave me my last piercing, the worst and the most painful one. For months they used my mouth and my ass due to my pussy being out of order, but it hasn't all been about the sex.
They have shown me how they want the girls trained while Mario, their right-hand man, prepares the men. He's as straight as they come, so he says, but he won't turn down a blow job, and he's always willing to punish the males who are straight by fucking them. I have to turn my head at the very least, but I usually walk out because the screams become unbearable.
I'm told that I need to get used to it because it's how the men get trained, but there is no getting used to anything. Every chance I get, I ask the men and women who are caged up personal questions, using the excuse that it helps me figure out the best way to train them. I can't let them know the real reason; nobody can know. There is a greater chance of getting found out if they were to know. Besides, I need them to hate me, so it looks authentic.
"There you are poppet." Dante finds me in one of the training rooms, with number fourteen down on her knees in the Nadu pose, with her head bowed. "I've been looking for you," he states as he circles the pretty brunette.
"I'm always down here at this time. What is it that you need?" I ask, leaning against the table and crossing my arms.
He glances at me, his cold eyes meeting mine. "It's your mother. She's been admitted to the hospital."
I gasp and begin gathering my things. "Will you take me, or will one of the others?"
His next words stop me. "Not so fast, poppet. I never said I was taking you anywhere."
"But you said that before she passes…"
"Yes, but we have yet to determine if it's that time. Although, I'd be willing to take you regardless, as a reward, of course, if you allow me to take you through another level of your training."
I scrutinize him and ask, "What level are you talking about?"
He grins wickedly as he walks over and circles around to stand behind me. Reaching around, he slides his hand up my shirt, squeezing my breast and whispering into my ear, "Have you ever heard of exhibitionism?"
Forty
Closing my eyes, I try to calm myself enough to answer Dante. Of course, I know what exhibitionism is, but why is he asking me this? I thought they didn't want anybody else looking at me. My breathing becomes shallow as the silence stretches in the room, and Dante continues to fondle my breast.
"Dante, I…"
"Answer the question, poppet." He now has my shirt pulled over the top of my breasts, baring me to the room.
Number fourteen is the only other person in the room, but I know for a fact that there are cameras and men who watch the video feed 24/7. I whimper when his hand trails down my body and dips into my leggings. Dante's hot breath on my neck adds to my tingles, even though I'm uncomfortable doing anything in front of anyone. Not that it matters what makes me comfortable or not. The guys will do what they want and when they want…it's what I agreed to.
Dante's low chuckle is sexy as hell before he teases, "You can't fight it, poppet. Your body knows what it wants regardless of who is around, and it craves our touch now."
He flicks the piercing on my clit a few times before dipping two fingers into me. "Dante…" I pant, "Please don't…"
"Oh, but you're so wet. Don't pretend you don't like it when I feel the evidence around my fingers. Pull your leggings down, poppet. Let's show number fourteen how pretty your pussy is."
I've already tried once to get him to stop. If I try again, I know it will piss him off, so I do as I'm told and push my bottoms down and step out of them as he continues to finger me. Once my legs are entirely free, he removes his fingers, sits in the nearby chair, and spreads my legs, opening me up and thrusting his fingers back inside.
"Look at me, number fourteen," Dante orders the woman on her knees, and he grins when her eyes land on us. "Do you see how poppet is so agreeable? She doesn't like people watching her get fucked, and yet she does as she is told because she knows the consequences. This is what is expected of you once you get your own master."
