Bound and Initiated (22 page)

“I… oh, pater, I can’t, with you…”

“Answer the question, columba,” Robert said in a playful growl.

Sarah relaxed a little. He certainly seemed only to want to enjoy her blushes and confusion.

“I…”

Robert sat up and gathered Sarah into his arms, her bound hands before her and between them. He kissed her. Sarah felt the tingly warmth flood from her nipples to her clit, to the place between her legs that seemed again to flow. Her senses reeled, between the champagne and the sex and the incredible feeling of being
held,
tightly and beyond her will and yet still to a pleasure so great she thought even the orgasm on the bench couldn’t really match it.

She wanted to confess. She wanted to tell him she was here to bring down the Pretorian Guard, and then he would spank her over his knee, fuck her soundly, and put her to bed, holding her like this until she fell asleep.

Now he was turning her onto her side in front of him and lifting her leg. Now he was fucking her, and rubbing her clit at the same time, and Sarah was crying out in an ecstasy that mingled pain and pleasure from the very start, thanks to those magic fingers just where they should be. Her pussy burned, but her clit seemed to make that burning bearable and more than bearable, delicious.

He fucked gently, as he had promised he would fuck gently sometimes at least. His hips pushed against her bottom at the end of each stroke, and reminded her of her spankings and of what he had said in the shower. She shivered at the thought of his massive cock inside her there, but it seemed to her a shiver of pleasure. Tomorrow.

That side-lying fuck reminded Sarah of her daily masturbatory habits, as if this were what she had asked for, all those mornings—this and the other, the thing that would happen tomorrow night. Dr. Adams had said as much, hadn’t he? That girls who played with themselves the way Sarah played with herself were asking for the most shameful things? For the cock to be put inside them from behind like this, so that they must keep their eyes forward, turned to the pillow and the headboard, while their masters had their way inside their pussies and even inside their tiny anuses?

Sarah wondered, as she felt Robert’s cock come and go, his fingers rouse her ever higher, whether the doctor had actual evidence for that assertion, or whether he would have said that every way a girl masturbates calls out for the sort of sex that the men of the guard liked best to have. If she had said that she didn’t play with herself at all, would Dr. Adams have said,
Girls who don’t masturbate need anal sex more than any other kind of girl does, to teach them how to submit to the will of a man, and unlock their need for erotic satisfaction
?

That thought in turn brought to her mind the image of how she would be bound, so very soon, for anal sex. She saw herself over the bench, her bottom presented and secured in place. She watched, in fantasy, as Robert approached her, gently stroking his cock, even as the real Robert gently used her pussy the way he would use his hand.

She felt her pussy clench around the cock inside her. Robert gave a little grunt of surprised pleasure and began to fuck her harder and faster, as if unable to stop himself. Sarah had a little orgasm then, at the dominant caress of his fingertips, and then, so quickly she could hardly believe it, another, bigger one that made her cry out.

Robert growled, and then his body seemed to leave his own control. She could tell, somehow, that this was what happened when a man had a very big orgasm, and she couldn’t help smiling despite the almost frightening way his body jerked against hers, his cock pistoning into her and pulsing with the climax. Finally he lay still, and gathered her close from behind in both arms, kissing her hair. His hips pressed against her bottom, and she felt his softening cock there, between the cheeks, when he withdrew it.

Tomorrow.

When Sarah awoke, she was alone in the bed and the door was swinging open to reveal Claudia. Robert had secured her by her collar, to which her wrists were of course clipped in the now familiar way, to the headboard. Her sleep had been fitful the first night, but something about the embodied symbolism of the enforced posture seemed to have had a quieting effect on the second, after her pater had deflowered her and bound her there; she felt refreshed.

She even felt less fear of Claudia, on first sight, and found herself smiling at the domina.

Claudia smiled back, though the warmth of the expression seemed mixed with the self-satisfaction that had thrown Sarah from the very beginning of her recruitment: the sense that Claudia knew something Sarah didn’t know, and that even though Sarah wouldn’t like it when she found out, it would all be for her own good.

Even before Claudia spoke, Sarah’s apprehension had returned. The elegant woman, dressed today in a stunning green dress with a string of pearls around her neck, said, “Your bottom tonight, columba. We must prepare you. Soon you will be a nupta, though the way is hard.”

Sarah swallowed hard. “Yes, domina,” she said.

“Did you like the fucking last night, Sarah?”

Sarah felt her face go crimson. Claudia’s self-satisfaction seemed to have turned to amusement, and again Sarah pictured her looming over Sarah, placed upon her back on the coffee table, lifting her dress so that Sarah could see nothing but her panty-less pussy, covered in neatly trimmed black curls, spreading her legs and moving forward to lower that pussy until Sarah must at last serve her domina the way Grace had said a bellatrix must, to become an agna.

She blinked her eyes and saw Robert instead, seemed to feel his cock moving gently inside her again as his hand possessed her clit even more gently. She couldn’t help smiling. “Yes, domina,” she said.

“It will be harder, in your anus.”

Oh, God.
How could Claudia do this to her? Why?

“Yes, domina,” she whispered.

Claudia unclipped Sarah’s collar from the leash that fastened it to the headboard, and her wrist cuffs from one another, then made her stand up by the side of the bed and bend over while Claudia stood behind her. Claudia clipped her thigh cuffs, and then her ankle cuffs together, so that she could not spread her legs more than an inch.
A columba must always be bound.

“Show me your anus, Sarah,” she said sternly.

“What, domina?” Would she ever stop blushing?

“You heard me, columba. Reach back and spread your bottom open for me. I have unbound your hands so that you may show me the place where your master will put his cock tonight. I have something to put there to remind you today of what you will soon undergo, and to ease his way. There are things for me to say, and for you to hear, that you can only hear clearly when your anus is held open. Then you will exercise, work, and eat, with your bottom full as well. At the end of the day, Grace will take out the civilizer, as we call it, and clean your anus for your master, in the bathroom here. Now do as I’ve said.”

Claudia’s voice seemed to Sarah like a relentless searchlight, examining every one of her terrible inmost desires and holding them up to her. She felt her pussy gush between her tightly closed thighs, instantly making her slick there, ready for Robert’s cock in her pussy—but tonight it wasn’t her pussy he wanted. Thinking that she should simply give up marking the moments she experienced in the Order of Ostia as progressively the most humiliating of her life, and accept her new lot as an abased, submissive plaything, she reached back and took her little cheeks, still a bit sore from the spanking the night before, in her hands. She opened the roundness and felt the air move upon the cringing hole that nature had made only for a single, natural purpose, but which men had decreed must have another use, too, because it pleased them.

“Lovely, Sarah,” Claudia murmured, and Sarah heard her moving to the corner where there must be a concealed storage space, for it was the same place Robert seemed to go to fetch various things he wished to use, so as to enjoy her.

“Are you thinking, columba, about how unnatural an act it is to fuck a girl’s bottom?”

How did she always know? Sarah supposed it was her stock in trade, always to know, and she couldn’t help admiring Claudia’s competence despite the constant anxiety she seemed to provoke in the younger woman. Claudia’s voice sounded a little muffled, as if she stood with her back toward Sarah and her face toward the cupboard. The sound of something squirting came to Sarah’s ears then.

Lube. She’s putting lube on the plug. Oh, no.
Something about that sound made the prospect of the plug much more real even than Claudia’s words and the act of opening her bottom had made it.

What could she do? “Yes, domina,” she said to the comforter under which she had passed such a restful night despite the erotic violence of the evening.

Now Claudia’s voice came from closer; very close, about to do what she had promised she would. “That is why, for the true men of the Pretorian Guard, to fuck a girl’s bottom is called the
civilizing act
.”

“What?” Sarah felt her brow furrow. She wanted to follow Claudia’s logic—to find some way to understand the way her need for her master’s domination trumped everything natural—but the idea seemed confused and ungraspable, if there were an idea there at all.

Claudia’s reply was to put the end of something firm and very cold—much colder and much firmer than Dr. Adams’ girl-trainer—against Sarah’s anus and push firmly upon it.

Caught by surprise, Sarah cried out. She tried to remember how she had learned to open for the doctor, but panic made her tighten instead. Claudia kept pushing.

“Civilization is not natural, columba.”

Sarah understood and opened in the same moment, wailing with the discomfort of the big, cold thing’s entrance into her backside. It was not very long, thank goodness, or very thick, but it felt
heavy
somehow. After the bulk of its stubby mass passed inside, her anus closed around a narrower section, and Sarah could feel the wider part, at the base, up against her little hole, telling her that she could not take the plug in any more than she could push it out.

“This plug is made from stone that was quarried to build this Mithraeum, Sarah. It roots you to your purpose even as it civilizes you. Release your bottom cheeks and let them close over it now.”

With a shiver, Sarah obeyed, finding to her distress that there was something delicious in the touch of the smooth, cool stone on the inside of her little ovals. Swiftly then, Claudia clipped Sarah’s wrists again to her belt. Sarah felt her domina’s hand again on her bottom then, stroking with two fingers insistently at the place where her pussy lay hidden in the tight closure of her thighs.

“You will not be fully civilized, Sarah, until your pater’s cock goes where the civilizer is now. Even now, though, I think you can feel what it truly means to be an Ostia girl.”

“Yes, domina,” Sarah whispered.

“Stand up, columba,” Claudia said. “It is time you were exercised.”

She unclipped Sarah’s thighs and ankles, but left her hands at her side. Sarah had to pee while Claudia watched then, and it was Claudia who wiped between her legs afterward, as Sarah trembled and blushed.

Grace was at the gym already on the treadmill, and she gave Sarah a sympathetic look when Claudia led her in and fastened her to the leash on the next treadmill over.

“Farewell, columba,” Claudia said, as with compressed lips and a furrowed brow Sarah began to learn how to exercise with a civilizer filling her anus. “When I see you again, you will be a nupta who knows what it is to submit fully to a true man. Today, Grace will tell you more of the life of the nupta, and of the things that await you, if you are pleasing to the true men of the guard. Let her be your guide and your comforter. As an experienced nupta, her bottom has known the cock of many a man.”

Sarah glanced over guiltily at Grace and saw that her new friend’s cheeks were pinker even than her quick pace on the treadmill warranted. “Yes, domina,” she said.

“Nupta Grace,” said Claudia, now moving around to the side of the nupta’s treadmill, “you have it in your power to make Columba Sarah’s bottom very pleasing to her pater’s cock. You must do your best to ensure he enjoys performing the civilizing act upon her.”

It was Sarah’s turn to blush ever hotter.

“Yes, domina,” Grace said, slowing her treadmill. Sarah thought she heard affection for herself in Grace’s voice, and found herself again distracted by the sight of her new friend’s lovely naked body, with its bare pussy just peeping out between thighs that wore the same cuffs Sarah’s did.

This strange little ritual observed, Claudia turned and left the gym. A few other girls, some of them in leather and others simply naked, exercised in another part of the big room full of exercise equipment. Sarah had met no one but Grace, thus far.

As if noticing Sarah looking around the room, Grace said, “You’ll meet most of those girls tomorrow, when you’re a nupta. A columba doesn’t meet anyone but her domina, the doctor, her pater, and her guide—that’s me.”

“Oh,” Sarah said. Grace seemed much more forthcoming today than she had been the day before.

“Now that you’ve… you know,” Grace said. “I can tell you stuff. Technically the few things I told you yesterday I wasn’t supposed to tell you, but I remember what it’s like and I didn’t want you to feel like I was shutting you down, you know?”

Sarah nodded, suddenly feeling more normal now that she seemed to have a normal friend. She could almost forget about the stone plug in her bottom. Almost, but not quite.

They walked on, on their treadmills, side by side for a while in silence.

“So what do you want to know?” Grace asked. “Maybe the degrees, and the ceremonies? I told you about the one that progresses you to agna, right?”

Now Sarah’s curiosity did take hold, and she remembered with a pang of guilt that she should be
enduring
all this for the sake of getting the intelligence she would give to her bosses at Langley.

“What’s the second degree?” she asked, though, her lingering thoughts about Kevin and Alex—the
nymphobi?
was that it?—commandeering her focus.