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He shrugs nonchalantly. "Honestly, I doubt you would have made it this long. Sergio would have broken you within the first two weeks."
I snap my head to Sergio, but all he does is lift his brow, telling me that what Dante says is true. Returning my attention to Dante, I ask, "So, what am I supposed to help with?"
"Well, it will be a while before you can do what we need you to do. I wanted you to witness your first show, and now that you have, your real training can begin. Once you have mastered everything that we teach you, you will help train the women that come through here."
Dante places his hand on my knee when all I do is stare at him in disbelief. "I don't think I can do that. Please, don't make me do that…anything but that."
"It's not up for discussion, poppet," states, his eyes stone-cold as he squeezes my knee.
He then nods at Sergio, who nods back and taps my thigh. "Up, poppet."
I get to my feet, and he leads me to the door, telling me to sit in a chair at the table where guests are lining up with their "purchases." I'm confused about what they want me to do, but it's not long before a list of names by a number is placed in front of me, along with the bids for each name.
"You are going to take each guest's payment for their purchase and write it down by their name," Sergio explains. "Do you understand, poppet?"
The fact that they are making me do this, forcing me to read the actual name of each person sold tonight and write down what they were sold for, will burn a hole in my memory for all of time. I'm part of this now, and I don't know how I will ever be able to live with myself if I can't save these people when the time comes.
I nod at Sergio. "Yes, Master."
"Good girl."
I feel his heat right at my back as the first guest steps up to the table and pulls their newly acquired purchase before them so I can see their number. The guest then hands me their payment, and I give them a receipt. This goes on for about forty minutes; that's how many poor lives were taken tonight—fifty-two, to be exact. Fifty-two names and faces that will be in my nightmares from here on out.
Thirty-Seven
A full week has passed since the first auction I attended, and Dante got called away on business just after. He's due back today, and I'm told my training will begin tonight. Sergio, the brother who seems to have named himself my keeper and always keeps me with him unless he gives me some free time, like today, has summoned me to his bedroom.
When I arrive, he's nowhere to be seen, but then I hear movement in the ensuite, and I walk over to the door. "You wanted to see me, Sergio?"
"I did," he says, his tone flat and not giving away what kind of mood he's in. "As you know, your training starts tonight, so I want to prepare you for it."
"Prepare me? How?"
I glance at the countertop, where I see a folded towel, a bag of what looks to be saline, a hose, and a bottle of lube. My heart begins to race, and when I look at Sergio, he's still not giving me anything as he moves over to what looks like a changing table, only it is metal and big enough to fit an adult.
What the actual fuck?
"Sergio?" I ask, studying all the items.
"It's time that we start you on your enemas since we will be taking all your holes from here on out." He's blunt and to the point.
I shake my head back and forth as I start to back away. Sergio quickly rushes forward, grabbing my arm before I get too far. "Yes, poppet. You're going to be a good girl and let me clean out that ass of yours. This will be done every two weeks, so you better get used to it."
"Please," I beg. "Don't do this. I won't fight you…I'll let you fuck me, but please, this is humiliating…"
His face softens, and he caresses my cheek. "Oh, poppet, we will humiliate and degrade you many times over, so you might as well get used to it."
I let out a sob and grab hold of the vanity when I think my legs are going to give out. "Why are you doing this? Haven't I done everything you all have asked of me?"
"Awe, yes, of course. You have been a very good girl, but you see, we want to see you humiliated. It turns us on, and the degradation, mm, makes me so fucking hard, especially when I know that it's embarrassing you." Sergio states, "You are our poppet…to do with as we please. It's time you learn your true role with us. You have been here long enough…it's time."
The way he speaks to me in such a soft voice as he caresses my face and hair has me leaning into his hand, forgetting what he wants from me. I'm so entranced by him that I don't realize he's undone my jeans until his hand goes into my pants. Whimpering when I feel his hand lower, and his fingers enter me, I automatically open my legs more.
"That's it, poppet, let me in. Let me help you feel good like I always do," he coos. "Push your pants down for me so I can play with your pretty pussy."
Giving him what he wants, I quickly push my pants down and step out of them. He then sets me on the cold metal table and fingers me with his thick digits. I lean back and open for him even more, and he chuckles.
"Always a slut for me, huh? Do you want to come, poppet? Do you want your Master to make you come all over his fingers so you can clean them afterward?"
