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I cried out as he ran something firm and cool between my pussy lips, the sensation both startling and arousing. He moved it shallowly in and out of my still-virgin vagina, pressing it to the place where it made me gasp.

“You’re so wet that I don’t need lube,” Marcus told me with mocking satisfaction.

Then I cried out as he moved the thing and parted my bottom cheeks with it, pushing against the place where my finger had so naughtily traveled, where he had so dominantly put his thumb when inspecting me in my bedroom. My cry turned into a long moan of humiliation and helpless pleasure that seemed to fill the room as Marcus inserted the thing into my anus. It stretched me, filled me too full with a terrible mix of discomfort and pleasure.

“Stay there,” Marcus said. I felt him tying the leash to the back of the chair again, as if I might try to escape. A new wave of shame filled my face with heat.

I heard him move across the room, but I couldn’t see where he had gone. The plug in my bottom felt so thick. I felt myself starting to try to push it out. Then Marcus had come back, a sort of jingling sound accompanying his footsteps on the parquet floor. I whimpered as he pressed on the base of the awful thing, re-securing it.

Then I felt him start to put something around my waist. Startled, I began to rise, but Marcus put his left hand on my back and delivered a sharp spank with his right so that I cried out.

“Down,” he said, sharply and simply.

I obeyed. Briseis. Innocent. Obedient.

He buckled the belt around my waist—so much like the one I had worn at the mithraeum that I felt disoriented. I heard the unmistakable click of a little lock, securing the buckle. The urge to tell him, to reveal myself so that he would help me figure out how to complete my mission and his, rose in me. I pushed it down as I felt Marcus putting more straps on me, unfamiliar ones: three of them, that attached the horrid plug to the belt. Each of them had a little lock as well.

I swallowed hard, my eyes widening, as I understood.

“This harness will keep your plug in, Sophia,” Marcus told me. “You’ll wear it at all times, except when I take it out so you can use the bathroom. The locks are electronic. Only Monsieur or I can take the harness off. You’ll wear it until I decide your anus is ready for your master. As you can tell, Monsieur will be able to use your mouth and your cunt as he pleases, even if he wants to leave your plug in while he fucks you.”

To my dismay, the sensation of the plug inside me had re-intensified my arousal. As he stood me up again, I felt how the harness claimed me. The discomfort itself seemed to make me terribly needy despite the orgasm Marcus had just allowed me. I had to clench my fists at my side, suddenly, to help me resist the urge to touch myself, if only to soothe my arousal a little.

I heard Marcus’ phone ring in his pocket. He answered it, his voice calm and controlled.

“Monsieur?… Yes, right away. I just put her in a training harness to widen her asshole… Oh, definitely. She looks quite lovely. I’ll bring her to your study.”

CHAPTER 9

Sophia

Marcus led me from the training room into the corridor. Every step felt like a new humiliation. The dreadful, unforgettable fullness in my spanked bottom made my feet falter and my eyes water.

The leash tugged at my collar as we moved through the grand halls of the chateau. My bare feet whispered against the marble floors, and I focused on the intricate patterns in the wallpaper to distract myself from the discomfort emanating from the butt plug and the tugging of the horrid training harness that kept it so firmly placed in my bruised backside. Each movement sent a fresh wave of sensation through my body, a reminder of my vulnerability and the cruel apparatus that held me much too open.

“Keep up,” Marcus commanded, his voice low but firm. His grip on the leash tightened, forcing me to quicken my pace despite the protests of my aching flesh. I could feel his eyes on me, assessing every flinch, every shiver, ensuring my compliance.

As we entered the East Wing, the opulence of the decor became almost suffocating. Gilt mirrors reflected my naked form back at me from countless angles, amplifying my shame. The erotic art lining the walls depicted scenes of dominance and submission: mythic heroes punishing unwilling maidens, gods taking what they desired without mercy. It seemed a constant, visual reminder of my place here.

Two guards stood at attention as we approached, their eyes lighting up with eager interest as they took in the sight of me. Their gazes roved over my exposed skin, lingering to my dismay on the leather straps of the harness that secured the butt plug deep within me.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” Marcus greeted them with a nod, his tone cordial yet commanding.

“Morning, Monsieur Blackthorne,” one of the guards replied, his eyes never leaving my body. The other guard smirked, clearly enjoying the spectacle of my degradation.

“Show them,” Marcus ordered, directing his words at me. “Turn around and bend over. Hands on your knees.”

My heart pounded in my chest and my face felt like a furnace as I obeyed, turning my back to the guards and bending at the waist, my fingers and palms finding the bare, taut skin that covered my kneecaps. The position accentuated the fullness in my bottom terribly, and I fought to maintain my balance, my face burning with humiliation.

“Take a good look,” Marcus said, his voice carrying an edge of authority that demonstrated his status as their boss. “But remember—no touching. She is reserved for Monsieur Delacroix.”

“Understood,” the first guard said, his voice tinged with amusement. I could feel them both leaning in closer, examining the angry red bruises and the harness with undisguised fascination.

“She refused to play with herself when commanded,” Marcus explained, his tone matter-of-fact. “So I had to discipline her. The training harness ensures she will be properly prepared for Monsieur Delacroix’s cock when the time comes for her to lose her final virginity.”

The guards chuckled, the sound sending a shiver of mortification through me. My humiliation felt complete, and yet I could not afford to allow it to overwhelm me. I had to remember my mission, to stay focused despite the degrading situation I found myself in.

Innocent. Briseis.

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