Prized, The Payment Series book 1 (3 page)

He eased her off his softening cock. “Go
stand in the corner. Keep those panties down and your skirt
up.”

Wiping at her eyes, she rose and went to the
corner he indicated. She didn’t think it was possible to feel more
shame, but standing there with her nose in the corner—cool air
wafting over her ass, reminding Catrina she was bared to his
gaze—she realized it was. A knock came and she startled.

“Stay right there,” he told her. Then he
called, “Come in.”

“I’ve got number nine’s paperwork completed.
Her examination will be in a half-hour.” Catrina’s face felt almost
as hot as where Raoul had spanked her. God, this was so fucking
embarrassing.

You did this to yourself. No one
else.
Now she couldn’t get that accusing voice out of her head.
How annoying, and probably exactly what Raoul wanted when he’d
repeated similar things to her.

“Thanks. I’ll bring her down.”

“Nice work,” the man commented.

“She got the belt,” Raoul said, his tone
casual, as if this was a common topic of conversation. Around here,
it probably was. How messed up was that?

“Mmmm. Hopefully she’ll come to realize
obedience is the best course of action.”

“Go ahead and check my work.”

Is he letting him touch me?!?
Her
answer came seconds later when a hand skated over her ass and then
right down her crack to her pussy, where her clit was pinched
briefly. Then a hard smack sounded and the man chuckled. “Still
left a handprint.” He moved away from her and soon had left the
room, closing the door behind him.

Catrina spun. “Why did you let him do that
to me?”

He raised one arrogant eyebrow. “Let him?
It’s his right to touch you. It’s the right of any employee here to
touch you while you’re in training.”

“What the fuck gives them that right?”

Raoul advanced on her. “Here. Kneel.” He
pointed down, his face a mask of anger.

Oh, shit.
She dropped to her knees.
“I’m sor—”

“You will be.” He went to the door, opened
it and called down the hall. Catrina’s chin dropped to her chest as
she struggled to control her breathing. She heard footsteps and a
murmured conversation and knew the man had come back. Soon a pair
of shoes appeared in her vision and the sound of a zipper being
lowered made her raise her head. A man was standing in front of
her, fishing his dick out. Raoul stepped up behind her and,
reaching down, forced her mouth open. “This is Pat. Watch him.”

The man stared into her face as he began to
jerk his cock. He bit his lip. “Need lube.”

Raoul released her. “Suck him. Get him
wet.”

Leaning in, she took this man into her
mouth, the second cock in less than fifteen minutes. He steered her
with hands on her head and then pulled away. “Tip her head
back.”

Raoul grabbed her hair. “Open. Stick out
that tongue for Pat’s cum.”

She did and Pat began to jerk again. “Fuck,
yeah.” A couple of moments later he came, thick jets of white
landing in her mouth and on her face. He milked his dick and then
sighed.

“Clean him.” Catrina did and then Pat tucked
himself back in. With one last look at her, Pat left the room once
more. “Back to the corner. No cleaning the cum off your face. You
can come out when it’s time for your examination. As Pat said, you
need to learn to obey or you’re going to have a very difficult
year.”

It was becoming obvious Catrina’s life was
no longer her own—nor her body, as Raoul had said earlier. She
waited quietly in the corner, more dejected than she’d ever been in
her life.
You deserve this.

The examination was mortifying, as a
surprisingly elderly doctor examined her from head to toe and
everywhere in between. Everywhere. By that point Catrina had fully
expected to feel humiliated, and she did. Then Raoul brought her
back to his office and put her in the corner while they waited for
her test results. He hadn’t let her pull her panties up during the
entire ordeal, instead marching her right through the office with
her bare, red ass out for anyone to see. And several men,
apparently other employees of this fucked-up organization, did.
Raoul even stopped a few times to discuss things with the men, and
most of them were allowed to pat, pinch, and smack her ass. The
trainer was quite obviously making a point and it was not lost on
her. Catrina’s anger built, but it was of no use. She was
stuck.

Pat brought the test results back and, as
Raoul looked them over, the other man played with her ass, pushing
into her crack and running a blunt fingernail over her anus. She
gritted her teeth and stood still, not relishing the thought of
more punishment from either man. His hand wandered down and pinched
her clit several times too, before coming back up and pushing
lightly against her pucker once again.

Raoul dismissed Pat and told Catrina to
kneel in front of him after he took a seat on the couch once more.
She prayed he wouldn’t spank her again or make her suck his dick.
So many emotions were whirling through her that she wasn’t sure she
could keep it together if he did. In the only positive thing that
day, he didn’t do either.

“Tomorrow we’ll have more cock sucking
training and we’ll talk about some of the expectations of the
benefactors. Go home and start packing your things. On the day of
your auction you’ll bring a few items with you, but most everything
will be stored. Your benefactor will provide everything for you,
including all of your clothing. You may, of course, bring any
medications or other necessities of that nature with you, though I
didn’t see anything on your medical form to indicate you were
taking anything. Of course, you will be provided with birth control
pills you’ll take as an extra layer of protection for your
benefactor.”

“Yes, sir.” Her voice sounded flat and
lifeless.

He leaned forward. “Remember what I said,
girl. The sooner you accept your choice, the easier it will be for
you.”

“Easy. Right. Choice. Right.” She focused
her gaze on a spot between his knees.

“Do you want another spanking?”

Now she looked up, horrified. “No!”

“Then improve the attitude. During training
you’ll wear a skirt every day with a button-down shirt. I’ll want
access to your tits at different points. Do you understand?”

It took every ounce of strength she had left
not to cross her arms over her breasts, as images of Raoul
punishing them came unbidden. “Yes, sir.”

“You can go now. Be here at 9am each day.
Every moment you’re late means punishment. More than five minutes
gets you a dose of my belt. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Panties stay down until you reach the door.
Then you can pull them up and put your skirt down.”

“Yes, sir.”

She wondered idly if she should record
herself saying that and carry it around, pressing
Play
at
appropriate moments. Catrina struggled not to let out a hysterical
giggle that would probably get her punished.

Raoul stood and she struggled to her feet,
quickly walking to the door and opening it before he could reach it
himself. After a quick peek into the hall that earned her a volley
of spanks, she stepped out and began to walk toward the exit. He
watched as she righted her panties, sucking in a quick breath as
they scraped against her punished skin. Catrina straightened the
rest of her clothes, took a deep breath, and left.

The next several days were filled with
exactly what Raoul had promised. She sucked his cock, sometimes
multiple times in one day, since he said she needed to build up her
jaw’s tolerance. Secretly, she thought he was a total sadist and
that he enjoyed his job just a little too much. Raoul also spanked
or punished her in some way every day. She learned what he’d meant
by ‘access to her tits’ when he clamped them before she went down
on him. Raoul wouldn’t remove the clamps until she’d made him come,
and considering it was the third time she’d sucked him off that day
it took a while.

When he did remove them, she screamed and
her hands flew up to protect them. He calmly brushed them aside and
used a crop on her ravaged nipples to punish her for the movement,
though it had been purely involuntary. Her nipples were sore for a
few days after that, particularly since Raoul also twisted and
pinched them nearly every time she sucked him off.

One day, toward the end of her training,
with her auction scheduled three days from then, she asked, “May I
inquire about something?”

Catrina was, as usual, on her knees with her
panties down, after Raoul had introduced her to a variety of
paddles. Though she’d tried to do as he’d said to reconcile herself
to her choice, she still hated Raoul. Every time he opened his
pants or told her she would be punished, Catrina imagined various
ways Raoul could come to a slow and painful death. But then his
voice echoed in her head.
You deserve it.

“Of course.” Raoul was behind his desk,
working on who-knew-what. He looked up.

“Um, I guess I don’t understand about the
whole ‘anal virgin’ thing. Why does it matter? What difference does
it make?”

“I could tell you, but it’d be more
effective to show you.”

Fuck. I was afraid of that.
But she’d
wanted to know. It had been eating at her every day since she’d
signed that infernal contract.

“Get on your back on the ottoman. Spread
your legs and pull your knees up to your ears. I don’t think I have
to tell you by now, but if you let them go you’ll be punished
more.”

Unfortunately, she was getting used to being
punished, even though she’d done nothing to deserve it. Well, more
than for the reason she was here in the first place. Catrina moved
to the ottoman that had become one of the many banes of her
existence in the past ten days. She was usually facedown and ass up
on it, so at least this was novel. When she was positioned as he’d
commanded, Raoul grabbed a small pillow and put it under her ass.
Her hole was now lewdly displayed and it contracted
instinctively.

He ran his finger up and down her crack,
stopping to poke at her bottom hole every now and then. “I can’t
fuck your hole; then it wouldn’t be virgin. But I can do something
else to it, and I’m going to. After I’m done we’ll talk about how
you feel.”

How I feel?
Catrina barely suppressed
an eye roll.
How does he think I’ll feel when he finishes
whatever evil thing he has planned?

Raoul took a flogger out of his “Drawers of
Death” as she’d named the sideboard on the third day. “I’m going to
flog your pussy and hole.”

Oh, lovely.

“Keep those legs up. I want a clear view of
your tight little hole.”

He began to flog her bottom, with the tails
of the awful implement cutting into the unpunished skin of her
crack and her asshole. She hissed and bucked, but didn’t dare let
go of her legs. Catrina’s eyes were squeezed shut; she’d found
things were a little easier to take if she could try to transport
herself to another place. That was impossible with her eyes open.
When they were she felt every stroke of his hand, the hairbrush,
the various paddles and straps he’d used on her and, right now, the
flogger. After several moments he stopped.

“Do not move.”

Catrina heard Raoul leave the room and her
eyes popped open. Where the hell had he gone? She didn’t have to
wait long, as he returned shortly with three other trainers behind
him. One was Pat, who’d punished her on the very first day, and the
other two were people she recognized from around the office but had
not met. Everyone in the office was male, which didn’t surprise her
considering their “business.” The trainers all wore red polo
shirts, probably so they could use the hue to judge when a client
had been spanked hard enough.

Raoul stood at the foot of the ottoman,
right by her exposed ass. “I’ve called in these trainers to help me
finish my demonstration. You’re going to hang your head off the
side of the ottoman and suck them off, one by one, upside-down. I
will whip your pussy and your hole with the flogger until you’ve
made all three come. Do you understand?”

She was beginning to abhor that phrase.
“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” One of the trainers helped her
position her head so it rested against the side of the ottoman,
with her chin on top and her hair streaming down over his shoes and
onto the carpet. He unzipped and put his cock in her mouth, and
then she vaguely saw him nod. The flogging began and Catrina
jumped, almost sinking her teeth into the guy’s dick. His growl
told her he’d noticed, and she began to suck as if her life
depended on it. Catrina wasn’t familiar with this guy and for all
she knew he’d demand to punish her for what she’d almost just done.
It wouldn’t have surprised her.

Deep down she knew this was their job, and
that they truly were trying to do what they could to help her get
top dollar from a benefactor. Raoul had told her there were times
that the bidding simply didn’t get high enough to cover the woman’s
debt and, in that case, she had the choice to walk away or to
accept the lower bid and still serve the length previously agreed
upon.

It was possible no one would bid one hundred
fifty thousand for her, and she’d have to take less and yet still
service her debt, as he’d so cleverly termed it, for the
agreed-upon year. She needed to do her best, and she was trying,
but this was so hard. Packing up everything she owned really
brought the point home that she truly had done this to herself.
Every night, when Catrina went home, she wept bitter tears as she
filled box after box with crap she really didn’t need or want.
She’d been so stupid and now she had no other option but to pay the
price.

The man reached down and grabbed her head,
pulling it back more and bending her neck farther, and she realized
in her ruminations she’d almost completely stopped sucking him. A
particularly vicious stroke landed and she squealed around the cock
filling her mouth, and then began to suck as hard as she could. The
man grunted, beginning to fuck her mouth, which actually made it
easier. He came a moment later and though it was very difficult to
swallow from this angle she did her best, only allowing one small
stream to escape and roll toward her hairline.