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After her dramatic deflowering, the captain gave 6409 the rest of the weekend off, supposing her twat must be sore. Business was slow during the week, so 6409 worked only alternate nights, and there were no auctions. Three times she was sent to a client's hotel room, to give him what his wife wouldn't, a blow job. One client wanted her to squat and urinate on his face; after several cups of coffee she managed to satisfy him. None had any interest in her newly opened vagina. 6411, bored waiting for paying guests, volunteered to service a dozen male cadets who had earned hotel privileges as a reward for good work.

Friday, instead of the auction, she was sent to room 217, with instructions to do whatever was asked of her, for as long as he liked, all weekend, if necessary. Freshly showered and shaved from her navel downward, wearing her long blonde wig, her high heels, slit skirt, and black halter top, she walked to the room and tentatively knocked at the door. "Come in." She stepped through the door and saw a youngish man, maybe twenty-five, with dark hair and eyes, dressed in a bathrobe. He crossed behind her and locked the door. "6409?" he said.

"Yes, Sir."

"You may call me Ricardo. What is your name?"

"6409, Sir. Or would you prefer I call you Master, Sir?"

"Please, call me Ricardo. And I wanted to know the name your parents gave you, not a number."

"Sir, Ricardo, sir, I am forbidden to speak that name. You may call me 6409 or Slave or any other name you choose, Ricardo, Sir."

He sat on the bed. "You are the young woman who almost killed my grandfather, last weekend, aren't you?"

"A heart attack, Sir?"

"Yes."

"Most likely I am she, Sir." For a second, she wondered if he wanted revenge, but it occurred to her that if he wanted to make her suffer he would have rented a dungeon, as the older man had.

"Please, let me see what you look like. I mean naked." Compliantly, 6409 removed her halter top and released her skirt, catching it before it fell to the floor and draping both garments over a dresser top. She removed her shoes and stood at attention, facing Ricardo. There, she had done it. She had undressed herself for a special man. "You are as pretty as he described you. Come, sit beside me." He patted the bed where he wanted her to sit. When she lowered herself, he gently turned her so her back was toward him, then reached under her arms and cupped her breasts. She sat, rigid. "Young, firm breasts. Anything more than a handful is redundant, you know." Gently, he massaged her breasts. She tried to relax. "Do you like that?" "Ricardo, Sir, I am here to please you. If you like it, I like it, Sir."

"You know that's not what I meant. Does it feel good to have me do that? Does it make you feel sexy?"

"Sir, I'm not sure. It feels…unfamiliar, sir."

"Did my grandfather play with your breasts?"

"Yes, sir. He put suction devices on them, sir."

"Did you like having your breasts sucked?"

"At first it was strange, but then it hurt, sir. I have not yet learned to enjoy being hurt, though some of the cadets say they like it, sir."

"Call me Ricardo. I'll try not to hurt you."

"Thank you, Ricardo, sir." He let go of her breasts and instead only lightly brushed her nipples, using his finger tips or the flat of his palm, with a circular motion. 6409's nipples hardened and she giggled. He continued until she was squirming and clearly excited. Then he pulled her backward, so she was lying crosswise on the bed, on her back, with her feet still on the floor. He positioned himself between her knees and, still caressing her erect nipples, he began to blow on her inner thighs. This elicited more giggles, so he progressed to licking her newly shaved skin, exploring her thighs and belly and, ultimately, her hairless labia.

Inevitably, his tongue found the groove and the tip parted her now slick lips. 6409 was giggling intermittently, but when his tongue found her clit she began to giggle uncontrollably. His lips kissed and sucked the little nubbin, still hooded but clearly swollen, and she laughed out loud, rocking her pelvis, relishing his lips. Then, with a gasp and a sigh, she relaxed and reached out to hold his head as he continued to lick and kiss deeper and deeper between her gaping labia. He got his shoulders under her thighs and raised her legs, so as to tip her vulva upward, the better to probe with his tongue. 6409 began to writhe and moan and laugh, as he continued his tongue-fuck.

As last, crying out, she squirted his face with pussy juice, as her vagina spasmed in an extra-special orgasm.

Ricardo released her and wiped his face. He got out of his bathrobe and lay beside her across the bed, his penis upstanding. 6409 lay still for several minutes. Then, shaking her head, she sat up. "That was very special, Ricardo, sir."

"Your turn now." She shifted to take his penis in her mouth, but he said, "No, sit on it." Awkwardly, 6409 got up on her knees and straddled Ricardo's hips. Staring into his eyes, she slowly lowered herself, while he used one hand to direct the tip of his tool. She hesitated as he moved the tip up and down the cleft of her vulva, and then paused with the tip at the entrance to her vagina. Slowly she lowered herself, so that he penetrated the slick sheath. It was another milestone for 6409. There was no way she could pretend that she was raped. "You are so deliciously tight," he said.

"It's only the second time, Sir. I was a virgin."

"I like it." His hands on her hips pulled her down, so her weight was on his pubic bone.

"You are so big, Sir! It feels so… I'm not complaining, Sir." He helped her straighten her legs, so her feet were near his shoulders and she had no power to raise herself off the pole which impaled her. He bucked his hips, arching his back, so she was tossed upward and fell down once more, the penis first beginning to slide out, then being rammed home again as her bottom slammed into his groin. He repeated it a few more times, watching her hair fly as she bounced up and down on his rod. Her smile was something to behold, and she began to giggle.

His hands, on her hips, moved her pelvis right and left, forward and back, even in circles as he bounced her, so that his member plunged this way and that, stretching the elastic walls of her vagina. She began to help, rocking her pelvis and flexing her knees, so that her cunt moved for and aft. The stiff penis pressed on her G-spot, and in a few seconds she was laughing and drenching Ricardo and the bed with a spray of pussy juice.

Weakened by the intensity of her orgasm, she went limp and swayed like a rag doll as Ricardo continued to move her hips, so his pole penetrated at ever changing angles and every cranny of her cunt was pummeled by its tip. As she came again, gasping and clenching his penis with her tightening vaginal muscles, he shot his semen into her. She remained sitting on him as she panted and slowly regained her composure. He pulled her torso toward him, so her breasts pressed his chest and his now limp prod slipped out. She struggled to move her legs, bent double as she was, and he let her slide off him, trailing sexual fluids across his thigh.

She curled up on her left side and he, on his left side, pressed against her back, his crotch against her bottom, the front of his legs against the back of hers, one arm over her, with his hand cupping her breast. She seemed to fall asleep instantly, and for some time he lay there, feeling her skin against his, until he finally fell asleep.

When 6409 awoke the sun had brightened the room. She was lying on her tummy, and Ricardo was slowly stroking her buttocks with the tips of his fingers. She made a contented humming sound as he continued. She shivered when his finger ran down the crack of her ass and, as his hand pressed between her thighs, she parted them for him. Gently, his stroked her hairless labia, and she made more sounds of contentment. Then his thumb slipped easily into her now slick vagina and his forefinger lay between her outer lips, pointing in the general direction of her navel. For a few moments she lay relishing the feeling of his thumb inside her.

It was smaller and shorter than his penis, but it served very nicely. When he began to fuck her with his thumb, pressing directly on her G-spot, the forefinger slid over her clitoris. In less than half a minute she was thrusting herself back at him and moaning. Her vagina contracted rhythmically around the thumb and she called out, "Oh, God! Oh, Ricardo! Oh Ricardo, my God!" He continued thumb-fucking her until she was exhausted and the sheets were soaked again with her secretions.

They showered again, and Ricardo soaped her skin, spending minutes on her breasts, while she giggled and squirmed in his strong grasp. He ran the bar of soap up and down her vulva, and she said, "Ricardo, Sir, you will make me cum until I can't stand any more."

"Ah, you perceive my plan," he said, grinning. He paused a moment while he unscrewed the shower head from its hose — it was one of those "personal" showers that hangs from a long hose — and he backed her into a corner of the shower stall. The warm water emerged from the hose in a solid stream of considerable force. When he directed the stream between her legs, the water forced her labia apart and raced down her groove like a fast-flowing river in a canyon. 6409 made incoherent noises as he played the stream up and down between her legs, now blasting into her vagina like an invading prick, now pummeling her clitoris with a violent gentleness only water can achieve. She gasped and groaned and clung to him, until at last she broke free and ran, throwing herself, dripping wet, across the bed, unable to stand on her wobbly legs.

Ricardo followed and dried her back and legs with a towel. At last, as she recovered, she rolled onto her back and smiled at him. "Sir, I would never have believed this work could be so much fun. Thank you, Ricardo, Sir."

"What would you like to do today?"

"Whatever you want to do, Sir."

"How about breakfast, and a swim, perhaps a ride in my helicopter?"

"Anything, Sir, but please, give me a some time to regain my strength. I'm worn out, I think."

"What would you like for…uh, oh." He reached for his ringing cell phone and thumbed it on. 6409 couldn't hear what was said, but she saw his face fall. "OK, I'll be there as soon as I can." He turned it off and turned to 6409. "I regret I must go. I trust the academy will take care of you, until I come back for you. Au revoir." She watched him dress hurriedly, and then, with a quick kiss on her forehead, he was gone.

When Ricardo was seen to leave in a hurry, a sergeant came to see if 6409 was all right. "When they leave like that, we worry if they might be running from the scene of a crime. Are you sure he didn't hurt you?"

"I'll be fine, as soon as I pull myself together."

"OK. Report back to the school and get ready for tonight. We've got quite a crowd." That night, still thinking of Ricardo, 6409 was once more placed on the auction block, where her services for the night were bought by an anonymous bidder. She could not imagine what another man could do to improve on Ricardo. Naked, she was led to a meeting room in the hotel, where she found two other female cadets already waiting on a raised platform, surrounded by spectators, all women. There she saw three pillories, three adjustable metal saw horses, and some video cameras.

Immediately, the three cadets were bent over saw horses with their necks and wrists secured in a pillories. 6409's ankle cuffs were clipped to the saw horse legs, so her own legs were spread in a vee, and the horizontal bar was raised to keep her legs straight. The pillory upright telescoped, and it was adjusted so that 6409's head was lower than her hips, and the muscles in the back of her legs were stretched taut. The other two cadets, one on her right, one on her left, were similarly restrained. The cameras were placed so that if she raised her head 6409 could see on one of the several large-screen monitors her own face and on another a close-up of her buttocks and hairless vulva.

She could see the faces and cunts of the others cadets as well, magnified and in color. Everything considered, she wished she were somewhere else. She tried to reason with herself; you can't have a Ricardo every time.

A Mistress of Ceremonies appeared, a middle-aged, black-haired woman, tall in her spike-heeled black boots. She wore a kind of metal-studded leather corset which left her hairy crotch bare and raised her breasts, exposing rouged nipples the size of thumbs. She carried a long black cane or crop, which she used to augment her words. "Ladies," she said, "tonight's entertainment will be provided by three young female cadets who are training to be sex slaves. Each is from a different platoon, and they will want to be strong, for the sake of their sisters. The winning cadet's platoon will be rewarded.

We will test their fortitude and training with a series of torments, and their behavior will determine their score. Whenever the pain becomes too much too bear, a cadet need only call out, 'Stop!', and the treatment will cease. The cadet who calls out first will receive three points. The second gets two, and the third get one. The cadet with the fewest points at the end of the entertainment wins, and the one with the most points loses. Each cadet will each receive an additional treatment, depending on her score. I can assure you, the winner will be rewarded and the loser will regret her weakness. And now, to begin."

Each cadet was secured, of course, so that her bare breasts hung down, and the Mistress began by attaching nipple clamps to each of her victims. From these she hung heavy bells. 6409 had never experienced nipple torture before, but she could stand the pain, which seemed to diminish some with time. "Now then, girls, let's hear you ring those bells." 6409 tried to move enough to ring the bells, but she was immobilized at neck and hips. She heard bells to her left and right. "Come on now,"said the Mistress, cracking her crop across 6409's ass. Through her own cry of pain, 6409 heard her bells ring. "First, I think, little spanking.

Could I have three volunteers?" Three women from the audience stepped up onto the platform. They must have been preselected, for each carried a device which looked like an electric fan on a floor stand. However, instead of the usual fan blades, these fans had leather paddles, paired, like slapsticks. They placed a device behind each cadet's left buttock and adjusted the height and distance, so that each paddle, as it ascended, would strike the taut ass cheek in the same place, about level with the upturned anus. "Ready. Set. Go!" The speed was set on low, and 6409 felt a stinging slap about once a second.

It hurt, the more so as her ass, which she could see on the monitor, turned bright pink. After ten or twenty slaps, which had 6409 grinding her teeth to keep from screaming, the speed was increased. The cadet on her left started screaming, and the torment didn't stop, so 6409 concluded she could scream, too. As the pain washed over her, she could watch herself screaming, seeing her face contort, as she experienced pain like she had never dreamt of. Then the speed was increased again, so that each blow jarred her body and her bells were jangling as she writhed in pain. The cadet on the right, hitherto silent, suddenly screamed, "STOP!", and her machine was shut off.

Seconds later, 6409 yelled for a stop, and the last cadet, on her left, followed a second later. In a little window on her monitor, 6409 saw the numeral 2 appear. She could see the crimson stripe on her left buttock, where the paddles had repeatedly spanked her.

"Well, I've seen girls last longer, but it wasn't so bad, for beginners. Next!" Three different women stepped up and adjusted the machines to punish the right buttock. This time 6409 knew what was coming, and while the anticipation was awful, she knew she could stand the pain if she was only determined enough. At the end of the ordeal, the three cadets were even at 4 points each, and their asses were symmetrically reddened. The third crew adjusted the machines carefully so that the paddles would rise up between the victim's spread thighs and slap directly on her naked labia.

The cadet on the left had fleshy thighs, and they had to spread her legs a bit more to assure a better impact. 6409 kept telling herself she could stand it, but she knew this would be the worst yet. 6409 could hardly believe her eyes when, on the monitor, she saw the leather smash against her exposed labia, again and again, turning them scarlet. She writhed in pain and tried to move her hips, but whenever she shifted her position, the paddle would scrape her inner thigh on its way to her cunt, and the pain was even worse. She could hear her bells, and those of the other cadets, clanging as the victims jerked and squirmed under the assault on their sex.

Unexpectedly, there was a pause, and the machines were pulled away so the spectators could see the damage they had done. There, on the monitors, the cadets could see their tenderest places swollen and red. When the punishment resumed, 6409 was insane with pain, her brain befuddled by the sensations. The paddles seemed to pound the punished labia and press directly on her clitoris, which made her scream incoherently, even as she felt her insides writhing with orgasmic fury. She wasn't even aware when the other cadets called a stop, and she had no idea how long the punishment continued until she realized she could make it stop by saying the word. She forced herself to scan the monitors.

The scores stood 6, 5, 7. 6409 was winning, but as she came down off some sort of endorphin high…she had learned about such things in her studies but had never imagined the intensity… she wondered if her burning, tortured vulva would ever recover.

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