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Master G urged me forward another step. I looked anxiously over my right shoulder, because I suddenly needed to see him—not my future owner any longer, but my actual owner.
Master Hendryk.
He stood looking at me, his eyes narrow and his mouth set hard. With a rush of heat to my face, I started to understand why I hadn’t immediately obeyed Miss Charlotte’s command, the way that she, and Master G, and the audience—and I myself—had expected I would.
When the Institute’s recruiters had collected me from the youth center and made me strip naked in the van… when they had flown me on a private jet with three other girls all the way to the west coast, all of us nude and two of the others bearing bruised bottom-cheeks that told a tale of defiance overcome… when they had brought us to the grand foyer of the Institute and fucked us there in front of our fellow concubines-in-training, faces to our yoga mats and asses in the air… during all of that, I had known that my degrading training, my new life as a sexual servant, had unfolded according to a definite program.
I had believed what Miss Charlotte had told us that first day: that we would live very happily and very comfortably if we obeyed the instincts our bodies already had. That the Selecta Corporation knew without our telling them anything, that we belonged at the Institute, where we could learn to benefit from our bodies’ darkest needs and desires.
That at the end of our training we would become the property of wealthy dominants, for at least a year, but after that we would have all the money we needed to make a happy life even in this troubled world.
I still believed it, but… I didn’t know this Hendryk Vanderbruggen. I didn’t want to servehim: I had obeyed the Institute’s program, but my heart quailed and my cheeks burned at the idea of serving this man, of belonging to him.
My feet stopped moving. Master G had to draw me the final step to the horse. I heard him say to Miss Charlotte, “I think we’ll have to strap her to the horse. Mr. Vanderbruggen should probably whip her, too, for reluctance, before he uses her.”
CHAPTER2
Renee
“No,” I sobbed, tears coming instantly to my eyes. “Master, no… please…”
I turned my face over my other shoulder to try to look up into his dark eyes.
“Get on the horse, Renee,” he told me, his face pitiless. The idea that my training master, the man who had taught me so much and given me so much pleasure—hadunlockedso much pleasure, really, inside my body… that Master G felt disappointment in me… brought a sob of repentance up from deep in my chest.
“I’m sorry, Master,” I said. “I… I just…”
But my training master had had enough of my protests. He shifted me effortlessly over in front of his enormous, muscular body so that he could take my upper arm in his left hand and thrust his right roughly between my legs. He picked me up in that utterly degrading way, seizing my pussy in his strong grip as I gave a cry of fear and discomfort and picking me up off the stage as if I were as light as a feather.
He clearly didn’t care that I had no idea why I had hesitated when Miss Charlotte had instructed me to mount the horse for my fucking. Or maybe he did, I thought wildly, but he knew, as he had always seemed to know, what I needed better than I did myself.
But I don’t need a whipping!I thought desperately.
“You need to apologize to your owner, Renee, not me,” Master G said, his voice so severe that a thrill of panic traveled up my spine.
As he placed me on the horse, still struggling out of sheer fight-or-flight instinct, I twisted my head wildly around to try to get a look at the man in the tuxedo who had just stepped onto the stage.
Mr. Vanderbruggen… Master… Master Hendryk.
His face wore the same stern expression it had the last time I had managed to look at him, but I saw something more in his eyes that made my heart jump—the same dark light as I had seen in the eyes of the man who had bought Deirdre. My new owner liked to punish young women. He liked it very much.
“Master,” I cried, feeling the tears of fear trickle down my cheeks. “I’m sorry… please…”
Master G held me down atop the horse, while Miss Charlotte began to fasten the straps. Like a consummate show-woman she kept up a kind of patter with the audience to cover over the awkward silence I had created with my unexpected misbehavior.
“Mr. Vanderbruggen already has one of Selecta’s newest cutting-edge products at home, ladies and gentlemen,” she said as she tightened the belt around my waist, pinioning me to the padded surface. The words seemed so unexpected that I found myself relaxing my tense, resistant muscles a little as I tried to figure out what they meant.
“I know he won’t mind my telling you about it, because it’s good corporate marketing—right, Mr. Vanderbruggen?”
Despite myself I tried to get a look at my owner over my left shoulder, but Master G’s solid form blocked my view of him entirely. I heard a chuckle and then a clear, deep masculine voice say, in unaccented English, “Of course not, Miss Charlotte.”
“Thanks,” said the dean, finishing buckling the strap around my right ankle. “If you’d like to whip Renee, by the way, please feel free to choose any implement from the rack next to the podium.”
No other girl had gotten punished on stage before her fucking. A wave of heat traveled up from my chest and into my face, so strong I thought I might actually have started to glow.
Miss Charlotte continued her flow seamlessly as she started to buckle the wrist strap on her side of the bench. Master G, on my other side, had just fastened the one around my left ankle. I heard a low whimper come from my throat at the sensation. My limbs moved of their own accord, squirming as if to make certain they had bound me entirely fast, and had actually secured me beyond the possibility of escape.
Master G had never had to strap me down before, even for punishment. At the Institute, I had learned, as one of my very first lessons, about what Miss Charlotte and the trainers called ‘the chain of the heart.’ A bed girl must understand, they had taught me, that if she resists her master’s correction of her faults she will only earn further correction.
