Chapter 8

And so Emily's training routine at the castle was established. Physical conditioning and lessons with Marcel in the morning, followed by more physical conditioning and multiple encounters in the afternoon in which her lessons of that morning could be put into practice and her performance evaluated. The evenings were spent with Melinda where more lessons were learned and practiced.

In the days which followed Emily was instructed in such disparate things as personal grooming, especially when one is offering oneself and bathing several times a day, the art of seduction, foreplay, providing fellatio as well as cunnilingus, the use of dildos and offering one's anus for penis or vibrator. She was also introduced to multiple partners, male and female and combinations thereof.

Jacques also made his nightly visits. On the second night he did indeed give the code word and had Emily provide fellatio. He thereby reduced her lashes to nineteen. the next night it was her nest he took and the lashes dropped to eighteen. On the third night he took her anus and the number dropped to seventeen. And so it went, alternating in which orifice she would pleasure him and reducing the number of lashes, then lovingly putting her to bed.

Emily's body began to respond to the conditioning and diet. She shed eleven pounds and her calves, thighs and hips firmed while her waistline shrunk. Emily was also surprised to find she had increased her bust line by almost two inches while her breasts were firmer and more voluptuous than before.

She had come to virtually worship both Marcel and Melinda, especially the woman who had been a mother figure as well as trainer.

"How did you become a trainer," asked Emily one evening.

"I was a slave like you. I was about your age, a young French girl when Marcel seduced, broke and trained me. I was newly married and at first heartbroken to lose my husband, but Marcel was then, as now, irresistable. And he was, of course, younger then too. I was his first slave. A few of his closest friends found out about my enslavement and asked if he would find and train women for them. When word got around he became so busy with the training he enlisted me to help. Later he decided to open a similar facility in this country and so we moved here and bought the castle. It had long been neglected and it took several months to restore and add to it. We had the intention of moving back to France eventually, but we both liked it here so well we stayed."

"Are you still his slave?"

"Technically, yes. I would certainly obey any order he gave me, but because I have been so useful as a trainer as well as slave he gives me many privileges which other slaves do not have. He listens to my advice and I no longer have to ask permission to speak. As you see, I may wear clothes, I no longer am disciplined, I may even leave the castle unescorted if I wish and perhaps most important, he no longer gives me to others. I am his alone and have been for years now although there will soon come a time when I shall have to retire."

"Have you ever thought of leaving... running away?"

"Never. I am his. I always will be."

"Does he... love you?"

"Oh yes, absolutely, but not in any conventional sense. He provides for me, enjoys my company, values my ideas and genuinely cares for me. But he also enjoys other women as well and in that sense he wants me, not the other way around."

"Does he have other personal slaves of his own?"

"Oh, yes, four at the moment. Katrina you met last night. She was the lovely Swedish blonde who taught you how to use the vibrator in your rear for extra pleasure while cumming. Then there is Mitoshi, the Japanese girl who I used to teach you how to urinate on command. Rachelle is from New Orleans. She's the Black girl who you said kissed so well. And finally Lindsey, the American. I don't think you've met her yet. She's been rather busy entertaining a series of clients."

"Katrina, Mitoshi and Rachelle seemed to be..."

"Yes, they are slaves like you. Although we use them for demonstrations and practice, I am the only slave/trainer here at the castle."

Emily thought for a moment, letting her feelings surface.

"Do you own any slaves?"

"Me? No, of course not. Oh, I suppose I could own one if I wished, but..."

"I'd love to be yours... to belong to you."

"Emily, my dear, you belong to Martin. You are his personal property. You are here to be trained for him."

"I know. It's just that you're everything a slave could want in a mistress."

Melinda laughed warmly. "And almost twice your age."

"You make love like a woman half your age."

"Enough flattery Emily. This is foolishness. Soon your training will be complete and you will be joining your master... Martin."

"But, if I didn't belong to him..."

There was a wistful look in the older woman's eyes, a look filled with compassion, longing, even..."

"But you do belong to him, so let's stop this nonsense and get back to your training," she said, breaking the reverie. "Now it's almost time for Peter and Tamara to arrive. This evening I want you to work on pleasuring a man and a woman at the same time."

The following day, when she reported to Marcel for instruction, after offering herself to him in which he satisfied himself in her anally, he motioned her to a seat.

"You're very close to completing your training. The way you were able to pleasure me just now proves it. You've come a long way in a very short time, Emily."

"Thank you, Master."

"There remain only five tests and you will be ready to begin life with your new master."

"Tests, Master?"

"Yes, trials if you will, to determine if your devotion is complete and absolute and your skills well learned."

"They are Master, I assure you."

"Yes, well, assuring me is one thing, proving it is quite another."

"I will, of course, do anything you desire to prove my devotion, Master."

"We shall see Emily if you are really ready to take your place as a totally obedient slave. I have devised five tests each more difficult than the last. Pass them all without hesitation and you will be ready to offer yourself to Master Martin. Fail any one and you will be sold to anyone who can meet the price. Do you understand how important these tests are to your future?"

"Yes, Master, I understand. I will not fail."

"That we will have to see. Your first test," he said producing a phone book is to seduce a complete stranger. Close your eyes and keep them closed." She complied and he handed her the book. "Now start riffling through the pages of the book until you wish to stop, then point your finger anywhere up or down the page." When she had done as instructed her directed her to open her eyes. What name have you chosen?"

"A Bernard Taylor, 1632 Wilton Avenue."

"There is the man you must seduce and sleep with."

"All night, Master?"

"All night. You will will return in the morning and report on your success or lack thereof."

"Yes, Master." She looked down at her nudity. "Uh, Master... ?

"Yes, you may wear clothing while outside the castle grounds."

"Thank you, Master," she replied leaving quietly now that she had been dismissed.

Her heart sank when she saw the house that evening, a run down shack in a miserable part of the city. She swallowed the lump in her throat and exited the car.

"I'll be here to pick you up at eight tomorrow morning," said the male trainer who had stopped along the way long enough to give her the code word and collect a little payment for having to drive her into such a seedy part of town.

Knocking on the door, Emily could still not acclimate herself to the idea of wearing clothing once more. The dress adhered to her body, calling attention to every curve while the high heels gave her that slight forward tilt which accentuated her legs, hips and bust line. She knew pride was not allowed in slaves, yet she marveled at her new figure and hairstyle.

There was a click and the dirty wooden door, badly in need of a coat of paint, as was the rest of the house, swung open and an especially ugly man with bulbous red nose appeared. He wore soiled pants and tank top tee shirt which had a fair sized rip down one side. He obviously had not shaven in several days, his hair, what there was of it, was disheveled and oily. A large beer belly hung over his pants top and he smelled of stale beer mixed with urine. When he saw Emily he exhibited a largely toothless grin and his foul breath hit her in the face.

"Well, hello there sweet cakes! Ain't you the prettiest little piece of pussy to come my way in a long time!"

For an instant the thought ran through her mind to turn and run as far away from this gross excuse for a man as she could get. But her training was too thorough, her devotion to her task too strong so Emily smiled her most seductive smile and answered, "If your name is Bernard Taylor, this is your lucky day."

"What? Did I win the lottery?"

"Better than that. You just won the screw of your life."

"Well, don't stand out there," he laughed, "I don't know what or how I won, but I ain't about to ask questions. Come on in here and let's get those clothes off!"

"Damn you're a great fuck! What'd you say your name was?"

"Emily."

"Well Emily I'm gonna be honest with you. I ain't never felt a pussy as tight as yours and I sure ain't never had a woman who could do things with her body like you just done. You really are one hell of a fuck!"

"Thank you Bernard."

"Bernie."

"Thank you Bernie," she said faking a yawn. "Isn't about time we got some sleep?"

"Hell no! it's only a little after two in the morning. You said I won you all night and I intend to collect. Now come on baby, spread 'em! "

Three minutes after entering the house, Emily had been naked, four minutes after she was lying in his filthy bed and within a few seconds after that he was inside her. For a man as repulsive and out of shape as he was, she had to admit her did have endurance. He had already taken her five times and now wanted a sixth. She grabbed her ankles and grunted heavily to satisfy him as he penetrated her. As skin crawling an experience as it was to have him take her, his kisses had been worse, the foul smell of his breath and his slobbering making her want to retch.

Yet through it all she endured. At last, exhausted, he feel into a snorting, snoring sleep. Emily slept very little however as, even in his sleep, his hands were roaming all over her.

He was still snoring loudly the next morning when she peeked at the clock on the bedside table. 7:47 it read. Close enough! she thought as she silently eased his dirty fingernailed hands from her, crept from the bed and dressed.

She had been anxiously waiting when the car finally pulled up to the curb at 8:11.

"Where were you? I was afraid he'd wake up and come after me."

"Relax, you're safe now," said the driver, a different man from the one who had brought her yesterday. "And by the way," he said smiling, "the code word is Lotus Blossom."

After servicing the driver, Emily was delivered back to the castle where, after a long hot bath and several soapings and rinsings she was led, once again naked, into Marcel's room

"Well?" he asked.

"I did as you directed, Master. He took me several times and I slept with him through the night."

"Very good. I just got word confirming that," said Marcel smiling. "He apparently was extremely pleased with your performance, but was greatly disturbed that you left without so much as a good bye. So, you have passed your first test, but remember this was the easiest." Emily thought to herself that if this was easy, she had no idea how she could possibly pass the remaining tests.

"Your second challenge will test your physical stamina and your ability to psychologically withstand verbal abuse and shed societal convention. Tonight you will be delivered to a rather large estate where you will pleasure every, and I do mean every, guest at a rather unusual gathering. As was the case last night, each and every guest must be thoroughly pleased or you shall have failed the test. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then you'd better get some rest, you are going to need it."

That evening, after servicing the driver, Emily was blindfolded and driven to a large estate several miles from town. This evening she wore a figure hugging sequined silver evening dress and spike heels which she hd been taught to wear as part of her training, but which were uncomfortable nevertheless. She was led into the mansion and the blindfold removed whereupon a rather handsome older man led her into the main ballroom where a large number of people, mostly men were assembled. She was led to a padded rail about waist high.

"Our guest of honor has arrived!" announced the older man to the smiling guests. who began to form two lines, one on either side of the rail. "I can assure you we looked high and low to find a slut willing to fuck everyone in this room, but... here she is!"

There was laughter and mock applause as the man turned to Emily and indicated she was to disrobe. The dress slid from her easily and since she wore nothing underneath, she received some oohs and aahs in appreciation of her voluptuous naked body.

"Now as we always do, you were issued a small token, on your way in. On that token is your number so please, odd numbers will start with her mouth and even numbers on the other side taking either hole you prefer. You may have her from both sides eventually, but only one orgasm per turn. And with that said," he smiled, "you may begin!"

"Over the rail, slut!" growled the first man in line who obviously held chip number two. He pushed her and Emily fell across the rail, her buttocks now at the right height so each man could stand directly behind and enter either hole he wanted. As the burly, gruff man entered her vagina, Emily's head was pulled up by the hair and mister odd number proceeded to fill her mouth and throat with cock. The man behind began pumping her rapidly as did the man whose penis was sliding in and out of her mouth. Within moments her mouth and vagina were filled with semen and the men withdrew making room for the next in line. This time it was her anus which was filled from behind while a short stubby cock entered her mouth almost before she could get a breath.

"Come on Fred, fuck the bitch!" cried someone down the line, bringing laughter. One after another they fucked her. She was nothing but a warm breathing fuck doll and they treated her as such, hurling insult after insult at the hapless woman who was providing them all with pleasure. After the first nine there was a woman who Emily pleasured with her mouth and two more orgasms later another who used a strap on dildo to violate her.

Words like whore, slut, sow and bitch were hurled at the beautiful woman whose body had already been the receptacle for seventeen orgasms. Emily was jeered at, made the butt of crude jokes and insulted time and again. Although she knew they were deliberately trying to destroy her self esteem (perhaps as some game they wished to play) after the thirty-second man had spurted his semen inside her, she began to tire both physically and emotionally and the slings and arrows began to find their target.

"Worthless piece of crap. You're no kind of fuck at all. Hell, any whorehouse has got better than this!" scoffed a slender rather emaciated man, but not before he had filled Emily's anus with his seed.

Twice there was a momentary pause while a maid douched her in both vagina and anus and wiped her off so the guests could begin again. Semen dripped from her mouth. Many of the men had insisted she swallow their cum and being a subservient slave, Emily had done so. Now it was harder however. Her stomach was nearly full and she was having difficulty swallowing any more. Yet on they came, relentless in their abuse of her body and psyche.

Four more orgasms later Emily's stomach rebelled. "I... can't... Oh God!" she cried and vomited. More insults followed as the maid again cleaned her and the mess before the line started once again.

"At seventy-two orgasms, Emily was exhausted. At ninety-four her legs could no longer support her and she had to be draped across the rail. At one hundred sixteen, she was only semiconscious and by the time the last guest, number one hundred and thirty-two had finished, Emily was all but passed out, the physical and psychological abuse having done their damage. She lay across the rail, moaning softly as the crowd filed past.

"What a slut! No self respect at all!" said one.

"She needs to go back to the street corner where her kind belong," sneered another.

Pain suddenly brought her back to at least partial consciousness as one of the women yanked her by the hair so their eyes met.

"You don't really think a master, any master would have you after what you did tonight, do you?" The fear came rushing back and suddenly her vulnerability was exposed, raw edged to the woman. "No master wants a whore for a slave. You're probably stretched so far now you couldn't give him any pleasure no matter how hard you tried."

"No, please, don't say that," cried Emily.

"It's true, slut. You haven't got anything a master would want now!"

Emily, her defenses shattered, burst into tears. There was a moment of silence then applause and laughter.

"Our winner tonight is Louise. You guys must be losing your grip," said the man who had begun the evening's activities. "It took a woman to bring her to tears."

There were good humored congratulations all around and suddenly Emily realized it had all been a game. All the verbal abuse had been heaped upon her to see who could break her down, bring her to a tearful surrender. The winner stood over her accepting the smiles and accolades.

"You... mean... ?" managed Emily.

"Just a game dear, nothing more."

"Then my master..."

"Will welcome you with open arms when he hears how you took us all before breaking."

"Then your comments about..."

"You're fine dear. A body like that will bring any master pleasure galore."

Emotion overwhelming her, Emily felt a rush of intense joy surge through her... just before she fainted.

She revived to kisses, soft and tender on her lips and cheeks. The room was dark and she was at first confused. She had been brought back to the castle, given a bath and put to bed, but who..."

"I just wanted to check on you, make sure you were all right," came the whispered voice she knew so well.

"Thank you Melinda." Her eyes now made out the soft pleasant lines of the woman's face. There was a moment of silence between them.

"Perhaps I should go," said her mentor.

"No, please stay. I'm so cold."

She felt the older but still attractive body slip under the covers and nestle against her. "Melinda, you're..."

"My naked body will warm you faster and besides..."

"Emily cuddled next to the woman whose body felt so deliciously warm.

"Stay. Please stay with me."

"Oh course dear. You're safe now, Melinda is here to protect you."

The mentor was not at all surprised and actually pleased when the younger woman's mouth found her breast and she began to suckle. Holding her snugly, Melinda whispered sweet nothings and lullabies to the exhausted woman until long after Emily had dropped off to sleep.

"Once again you have passed with excellence. Not one in ten women can pass the test you underwent last night. Most break down or simply pass out long before all the guests have been satisfied but all, despite their little game they enjoyed playing, were actually quite complimentary of your body and your ability to please."

"Thank you Master," she replied.

It was morning and she and Marcel were again sitting on the patio taking breakfast. Melinda had held the younger woman the entire night, soothing her with kisses when she moaned in her troubled sleep and slipping out just before daybreak.

"Your next test will not be so physically demanding although, because of your own personal experience, you may find it distasteful. I want you to seduce a happily married man."

"Master, please... I... I..."

"You've come so far, Emily. It would be a shame to fail now."

"But why this Master. You know what happened to me and..."

"And that is exactly why I want you to do it. The idea is repulsive so you will have to exercise great devotion to overcome that repulsion."

"But to endanger someone's marriage when they had done nothing..."

"Shall we declare the test a failure right now?" the voice steady and calm, but the threat unmistakable.

"No... that is... no, of course not."

"I knew I could count on your intelligence to see through the emotion to what is at stake. Now here is the name, address and other information you will need," he said, handing her a folder. "You have three days to get him into bed and into you."

"My God, they have kids!"exclaimed Emily."

"Yes, and unless he actually orgasms inside you the test is a failure. Understood?"

"I understand, Master."

"You'd better go, the clock started thirty seconds ago."

"Hello," came the voice at the other end of the phone.

"Mark Lawson?" she asked in her most sultry, throaty voice

"Yes, this is Mark. Who am I speaking to, please?"

"My name is Emily. I saw you at the gym today. Actually you saw me too. I'm the blonde whose breasts you couldn't keep your eyes off of."

"What? You must have the wrong..."

"I took the trouble to find your number because the attraction is mutual."

"Attraction? What attraction. I may have seen you, but..."

"But nothing. I saw the way you looked at me. That married, but looking for something different, look."

"Look, Emily," he said lowering his voice, "my wife and kids are in the next room."

"All the more reason for us to meet somewhere."

"But I'm married... happily."

"You had to think about that last part didn't you? Which means it isn't true, at least not altogether. So why don't we quit playing games and get down to it. I want to meet you and even if you won't admit it, you want to meet me."

"Look, Emily or whoever, I'm hanging up now."

"Before you do, just let me tell you this. Empire Motel on Tulane Boulevard, tomorrow at two o'clock. Room seventeen."

"Good bye," he said, hanging up.

"Who was that honey?" asked his wife from the next room.

"Oh just a wrong number," he replied.

Emily wasn't surprised and only mildly disappointed when he did not show up at the motel the next afternoon. All she had really expected was to plant the idea, throw out a bit of temptation. She wondered if the girl named Vivian had used a similar approach with Allan.

Later that afternoon she dropped by his antique and refinishing shop, where he worked alone. As she entered he did a double take, her coy smile immediately putting him on the defensive.

"Hello, Mark. Remember these?" she said cupping her breasts with her hands. Even through the silk blouse her nipples stood out predominantly.

"Are you..." he began before she cut him off.

"I'm the woman you stood up earlier today."

"Look, lady, I told you, I'm married."

"So are most of the men I date. I only choose the handsome ones, the muscular ones, the ones with cock big enough to satisfy me." Emily was shocked herself to hear those words tumble out of her mouth, but when she had gone to Melinda for help and explained she had only three days, they had agreed that a direct and shocking approach was the only one which might succeed. Had they had more time, both would have preferred a more subtle, sophisticated seduction, but three days severely limited their options. Studying the background on the man, Melinda discovered some indications of mid life crisis in the forty-three year old. It was then they had agreed on an all or nothing approach.

"Why me?" he asked and in so asking Emily knew he was intrigued and that meant he had moved one step closer to infidelity.

"If you're looking for some sweet young thing to come woo you away from your family and run off with you to the south seas, then I'm not your girl. Truth is, I'm in town only today and tomorrow visiting a friend. We happened into the gym yesterday and she pointed you out. I saw you and made sure you saw me. Deny it all you want, but I know you're interested," she said, swinging her hips seductively in the tight leather mini skirt.

"And if I were?" he asked, smiling naughtily. She had him now.

"I'm still at the Empire Motel."

"Room seventeen, right?" he smiled.

"How about tonight, say... eight?"

"Yeah, maybe I will."

"No maybe about it. Be there or you lose the chance of a lifetime. My plane leaves tomorrow."

"Do I get a little preview?" he asked.

Emily slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it open revealing her luscious firm breasts. His eyes bugged.

"See you tonight, stud," she smiled coquettishly then quickly buttoned her blouse and was out the door before he could react.

She was still very uncomfortable with this entrapment, but Melinda had made a suggestion which, while not perfect, might help. She hurried to grab a bite of dinner so she could be waiting for him at the motel.

"Deeper Mark, deeper! Come on baby, bury it in me! Harder! Harder."

He half grunted, half screamed as the orgasm tore through him and he filled her with his semen.

I have now fulfilled the conditions of my test, she thought and with that, proceeded to push him away, climb from the bed and begin to dress.

"Whoa, wait a minute Emily. You haven't even cum yet."

"You can say that again! Who ever told you you were a lover? I've seen boy scouts who could give me a better screw than that."

"I don't underst..."

"You really don't get it, do you? You aren't very good Mark. Tell me something, does that wife of yours really think you're good?"

"... Well, yeah. She thinks it's great."

"Then run to her kiddo, latch on and don't let go 'cause any other woman would laugh you out of the bedroom."

"Now wait just a min..."

"Shut up and listen to me! You aren't any good at all Mark -- not even adequate. You're too eager, you're too quick and you're too selfish. Go back to your wife. Take your time. Give her lots of foreplay and concentrate on pleasing her for a change and maybe you'll deserve a woman who gets such pathetic lovemaking and tells you its great. She's a hell of liar -- and I bet it's all because she loves you. God, some men are so dumb. They just don't know when they've got it all!"

"But wait, I..."

Now fully dressed, Emily, still pretending to be enraged at his inadequacy and stupidity stalked from the room slamming the door behind her. She walked one street over to the agreed meeting point, found the parked car and climbed in.

"So how did it go?" asked Melinda.

"I'm pretty sure your idea worked. My bet is he's on his way home right now, that by tomorrow his wife will have a dozen roses and a romantic note and that their lovemaking should even get a little better."

"A little?" smiled Melinda.

"Well, I lied like hell," laughed Emily. "He was actually good -- very, very good!"

They both giggled as Melinda turned the car around and they headed back to the castle.

"I am very pleased with your performance... so far, but there are two tests ahead and they are much more difficult than any thus far encountered. You did tell me you have a younger brother, Peter?"

"Yes, Master. He lives in Arlington, Virginia."

"The two of you were close?"

"As children, quite close. We have lived apart for several years now. We see each other about once a year."

"Think you can persuade him to come for a visit... pun intended?"

Emily's mouth dropped open. "Master, you don't mean... ?"

"Yes, I want you to bed your own brother to prove to me, first, that you are woman enough to do it and secondly, that you love me enough to do it even if you find the idea repellant."

"Master, please..."

"Do it! Get him here for a visit. Then you have three days, as before, for him to deposit his seed in you."

Emily's eyes were downcast and heavy as she left the room.

"I'm so happy you could make it," she said helping him to the car with his luggage.

"Thanks Sis. I know it's been my turn to visit you for a good while now. It's just that... well with the separation and all."

"You and Vickie separated? I knew you were having some problems but... when?"

"A couple of months ago. I know I should have called you, but everything was..."

"Okay, get ready for mine. Allan and I were divorced about a month ago."

"Divorced? Geeze Sis sounds like things have been going to hell in a handcart on both ends. What happened?"

"I caught Allan with another woman."