Breaking Abigail (14 page)

Master Ian sat on the stool Victoria had been sitting on, and adjusted Abigail over his lap. He pushed her thighs apart, so that she felt terribly exposed—just as exposed as little Victoria was, right in front of her—so close that Abigail could even feel the warmth Victoria’s pussy exuded.

“Play with yourself, Victoria,” Master Ian said, “so Abigail can smell how different another girl’s cunt smells from her own.” Abigail heard a slippery sound, only an inch or two away. She tried to breathe through her mouth so that she wouldn’t have to smell Victoria, but Master Ian put his hand over her mouth to make her breathe through her nose. To her shame, once she had smelled the arousal, which was so similar and yet so different from her smell—more spicy, somehow—she couldn’t keep from sniffing. Master Ian took his hand off her mouth, then.

“Open your eyes, Abigail,” Master Ian said, and spanked her hard on her right cheek. She yelped, and couldn’t help it: she opened them.

Again her mouth watered at the sight of Victoria’s pussy, which was, yes, very pretty, and very bare, and again her mind rebelled at her body doing that to her, making her aroused at the thought that she had to kiss another girl there, or be spanked more, and harder. Worse, she realized the thought that her own pussy would soon be pretty like Victoria’s—pretty as defined by her master, prepared according to his commands—had aroused her even more.

“I’m going to spank you until you kiss that pussy, Abigail,” Ian said, and gave her a terribly hard smack on her left cheek, which moved the plug inside her and made her cry out at the shameful feeling of fullness. He spanked her right cheek, even harder. Abigail looked at the bare, lovely cleft of cute Victoria, and suddenly her desire to make the cute, kind girl feel good broke through inside her, under the pressure of the knowledge that Master Ian wouldn’t stop spanking her and moving the terrible plug unless she did. Abigail struggled forward very slightly, and kissed Victoria where her clitoris must lie hidden.

“Good girl,” Master Ian said.

Victoria sighed. Abigail kissed again, suddenly greedy for the wickedness of it. Victoria’s pussy seemed so soft, and so naughty, the way it seemed to be getting wetter the more Abigail kissed it. Abigail blushed as she thought about the shame of what her training master had made her do: put her lips to the pussy of this girl she had just met. Now, though, Master Ian put his hand on Abigail’s own bottom, and his fingers right on her own pussy, rubbing gently but insistently there. Arousal overwhelmed her. Abigail wanted to do every wicked shameful thing, because her master spanked her if she didn’t, and her owner wanted her master to train her to be a wicked girl. She put her tongue out and truly tasted Victoria, feeling Victoria’s little body shudder with pleasure, hearing her make a little cooing sound, as if to tell Abigail that Abigail was doing a good job.

“Nice,” said Master Ian. “If you can make Victoria come in two minutes, I’ll give you an orgasm of your very own. Victoria, what do you think? Can Abigail do it?”

“Oh, master, I’m so easy…” her voice trailed off into a gasp as Abigail lapped up and down Victoria’s beautiful pussy. The pink inner lips tasted even spicier than the outer ones.

Master Ian chuckled. “Use your fingers, too, Abigail. Pull your head back a bit just for now, and look. I bet you’ve never seen a pussy up close, and it’s important that you get to know how to give another girl pleasure. Pull Victoria’s pussy-lips open, very gently, and kiss her clit, then taste all the inside. That’s the nicest part.”

Abigail couldn’t help just doing exactly what Master Ian said, now that she had let this wanton desire to give pleasure to another girl take hold of her. As he directed her, very patiently, she thought, she did exactly as he said, and Victoria began to whimper and moan, writhing over the cushions in a much more abandoned way than Abigail thought she ever could, but also with a note of showiness that puzzled Abigail even as she enjoyed the way Victoria clearly wanted to show her new friend how nice it felt to have the tip of Abigail’s tongue pushing up against the little bud at the top of her sex.

“Put one finger inside the pussy now,” Master Ian said, “and just keep licking that clit, and see what happens.” Abigail obeyed instantly, and Victoria gave a series of little panting moans, rising higher and higher, until at last she just made one long squeaking sort of sound and all her muscles contracted: she even closed her thighs around Abigail’s face. The feeling of that soft feminine skin on her cheeks made Abigail blush again, thinking about how she had just done such shameful, lewd things to a girl, but she suddenly realized that she had begun to love that kind of blush, here in the clutches of her owner and his agents—the Institute, they seemed to call it. What was this place, where they made you do wicked things that it turned out you always already wanted to do?

Master Ian stroked Abigail’s bottom, wiggling the butt-plug very gently as he did so, where she lay over his lap. “Alright, Victoria, why don’t you get off the cushions, and let Abigail have her turn?”

Oh, no. No—he had meant that he was going to use his hand, right? Abigail was desperate for an orgasm, but she suddenly saw herself over the cushions, the way Victoria had been, and what Master Ian was going to say then… She started to squirm and struggle.

Master Ian sighed and held her fast. Victoria had gotten off the cushions, and now Master Ian simply picked Abigail up and, standing up, plopped her down where he wanted her. She tried in vain to get off, and Master Ian said to the air, “Attendants, please.” Then, to Victoria, “Just take a seat on the stool, sweetie, it won’t take a moment to get her ready.”

Victoria obeyed, and a few seconds later the door opened and two large men in the uniform of hospital orderlies entered: both dark-haired, one Latino and the other Asian.

“Abigail,” said Ian, “meet Victor and Alan. They’ll be holding you down while Victoria pleasures you.”

“Oh, no. No, no, no. Please… I’ll… I’ll hold still. I promise.”

“Yes,” said Master Ian, looking into her eyes as she shook her head wildly but could not seem to break his gaze, “you will.” He turned to Victor and Alan. “Gentlemen, please hold Abigail here down on these cushions, with her nightgown up and her legs spread.”

Silently, the attendants advanced, as Abigail tried to push herself back into the cushions and out of existence. Victor stood to her right, and Alan to her left, leaving Victoria waiting patiently on her stool between them. Master Ian released his grip on her waist and shoulders when Victor came to take up the spot where he had been standing. Abigail wasn’t struggling anymore, in hopes that master Ian would send the attendants away, but almost like robots they each put a hand on a shoulder and a hand under a knee. If Abigail had thought Master Ian had big hands, she now knew what big hands really felt like: both attendants had hands that seemed the size of dinner plates. They pulled her now unresisting legs apart, leaving her pussy veiled only by the lacy blue hem of the little nightgown.

“Why don’t you uncover that cute pussy, Victoria?” said Master Ian. “Victor and Alan would like to be rewarded for having to come in here, I’m sure.”

“Oh, God… please, master… don’t…” The idea that two more huge men would be added to the number of those who had seen her revealed down there made Abigail feel like her head would explode. Nothing, she thought, had been more deeply ingrained in her by her upbringing than the idea that a girl’s private parts must never be seen, even by herself in the mirror.

“You’re going to have to get used to this sort of thing, Abigail,” Master Ian said. She watched with horrified fascination as, down between her spread thighs, Victoria lifted her hands to take hold of the nightgown. “Owners of pretty girls like to show them off. And after Victoria bares you down there, your pretty pussy will be just as easy to display as hers is.”

When Victoria pulled the nightgown up, rolled it, and let it sit at Abigail’s waist, Abigail felt her whole body turning bright red. The attendants said nothing. Victoria looked up at Master Ian expectantly.

“You may get started, Victoria,” he said. “Abigail, you are to watch.”

Abigail found that she could not have turned her eyes away. The shame of being exposed had begun as a different, more debilitating kind of shame than that of having to kiss Victoria down there, but now Abigail felt that these shames seemed able to flow into one another. The harm to her modesty and her breeding had been done: three men and a woman, gathered here, had looked upon her little pussy, so lately virginal, with lascivious intent. Two of the men held her down now: Abigail had no choice, and having no choice seemed to free her, yes, to enjoy her position.

“Abigail,” Victoria said softly, “your pussy is beautiful.”

“Oh, God,” Abigail whispered. “Oh, God.”

“It makes you wet to hear me say that, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she whispered back, even more softly.

“I’m going to kiss it now, okay?”

Oh, no. “Okay”—not even a whisper: a sigh.

Then Abigail cried out, because nothing had ever felt that purely good. The orgasms Hans had wrung from her had felt good in a very complicated way, and satisfying. Abigail could tell that the orgasm she would now yield up might not be as satisfying, but oh, God, would it feel good. The feeling defied description: the softness bestowed by Victoria’s little pink tongue, which Abigail could watch, as it gently teased up and down the lips of her pussy, still adorned with the black curls that she knew this same girl would very soon, and very painfully, be taking away. The shame of it only seemed to increase the pleasure, because Victor and Alan, who must be watching, were holding her, so that she must feel the pleasure, must let the lovely little blond girl on the stool between her legs do the terrible things to her, and give her the terrible pleasure. Abigail’s soul was free: she had no choice but to feel the pleasure.

Victoria made the little cooing sound in her throat as she kissed and licked. She looked up into Abigail’s eyes as if to be sure that Abigail liked to feel another girl’s kisses down there. Abigail bit her lower lip as she felt Victoria take her clitoris firmly in her lips, and suddenly she was going over the edge of her orgasm, gasping for air and arching her back, unable to keep her eyes open as she felt her face contort with pleasure.

“Thank Victoria now,” said Master Ian.

Abigail looked down at Victoria, who was smiling shyly up at her, licking her lips just a little in a way that seemed to send Abigail’s arousal shooting back up again. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“You’re so welcome, Abigail. It’s lovely to meet you.” Victoria giggled, and Abigail couldn’t suppress her own little giggle.

“Thank you, Victor and Alan,” Master Ian said. They released Abigail, who realized she hadn’t even noticed them holding her for the past five minutes or so, and left the room, almost silently.

“Now,” Master Ian continued, “let’s get down to business.” Victoria took a strange-looking device from the bottom of the cart and put it on the top of it. It had a little pot, with a lid, inside a holding structure from which an electrical cord emerged—like a small crockpot. Master Ian plugged it into a wall outlet.

“To heat the wax,” Victoria said, as she withdrew a pair of scissors from the same place. Victoria clipped the curls between Abigail’s thighs first, before she began the waxing. The feeling, after what Victoria had just done in the very same private region, was very sensual, and Abigail had to bite her lips to keep from showing how it, and the sight of Victoria going about the clipping, paying such minute attention to Abigail’s pussy both with her scissors and with her eyes, aroused her.

As she worked, Victoria began to tell her about the Institute, giving Abigail the information she had been promised before she had tried so vainly to escape.

“So, there are five of us volunteers, and we arrived at the Institute last week, after waiting for weeks and weeks once they had accepted us. We didn’t know each other before they brought us there, of course.”

“And do they… do the same things to you that they… do to me?” Abigail asked in a whisper, both horrified and irresistibly attracted by the thought.

“Well, I’m not sure if they’re
exactly
the same, because they don’t tell us everything about the program, but the basic idea is the same.”

Abigail glanced at Master Ian, who was standing, impassively watching Victoria cut away Abigail’s private tresses. He smiled and said, “Feel free to ask about whether they would help you escape, Abigail.”

“Oh!” she said. “Um, well, I guess… if you’re volunteers, wouldn’t I be able to ask you to, I don’t know, tell someone that I’m being held… captive?”

Victoria smiled, and looked up at Abigail for a moment. “Sweetie, none of us has any idea where the Institute is—they put us to sleep and took us there. I know it’s not far from where we are now, because to get here they just blindfolded me and drove me here, and it took about an hour, but we could be in Timbuktu or Fiji for all I know. It’s a big mansion, and you can see some other mansions around, but they’d catch us and bring us back, if we tried to go for help, and…”

“What?”

“Well, this is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me in my life, and I’m pretty sure you’ll look back on it in a year as the greatest thing that ever happened to you. So I don’t want to blow it for me, or for you.”

Abigail shook her head, though there was a part of her that, though she did everything she could to push it back, already agreed.

“To be spanked? And… you know… taken, by men you don’t even know? To be…
owned
by a man you’ve never met before?”

Victoria nodded, looking up again. She seemed to be done with the scissors. “You’re lucky, Abigail, because you know who your owner is already. We volunteers have to wait—they tell us most of us have been chosen, but none of us has had a visit, yet.” She put the scissors back on the cart. “I’m going to put the wax on now, sweetie. I’ll put it on in little patches, to form strips that I can peel off. It will feel hot, but not so hot it burns you. After the wax hardens, which won’t take very long, I’m going to pull it off, really quickly and your hair will come with it. Understand?”