Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
My cheeks burned with humiliation as I understood his meaning. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock. The salty taste of his cum lingered on my lips as I pulled away.
“That’s it, bad girl,” he murmured, his large hand coming to rest on the top of my head. “You’re learning.”
Around the circle, I could hear the other girls murmuring their thanks, the wet sounds of lips on flesh. Miss Frieda made her final round, inspecting our obedience.
“Very good,” she said, her voice cool and satisfied. “Now, Mr. Samuel, would you come and introduce yourself, please?”
CHAPTER 5
Amy
The daddies stepped back and headed toward the door, their swaying cocks bringing a helpless surge of heat to my cheeks. They talked quietly, chuckling among themselves, clearly comparing notes about the pleasures our desperate pussies had provided. As the daddies exited the training room, I felt my eyes go wide; the dark-skinned guard in the corner had begun to walk toward us with a sauntering stride that seemed to announce his authority. In his hand he held a punishment strap just like Miss Frieda’s.
The huge man’s presence seemed to fill the space, commanding attention with each purposeful step. The fluorescent lights gleamed off his shaved head and highlighted the strong lines of his jaw and cheekbones. His crisp guard uniform stretched taut across his broad shoulders and muscular chest.
I could see the leather of the strap, supple and worn from frequent use. My eyes fixated on it, remembering the sting of Miss Frieda’s strikes, and I shivered involuntarily.
He came to a stop at the edge of our circle, his deep brown eyes scanning over our naked, trembling forms. When he spoke, his voice was a rich baritone that seemed to resonate in my chest.
“Ladies, I’m Mr. Samuel,” he announced, his voice making clear that he would accept no nonsense from any of us. “You will address me as such and show me the utmost respect. Failure to do so will result in a whipping you won’t soon forget.”
He paused, letting his words sink in. The strap in his hand swayed slightly, a silent threat.
“Stand up,” he ordered sharply.
We scrambled to obey, our legs shaky from kneeling for so long. I felt acutely aware of my nakedness, of the cum drying on my back, of the wetness still coating my inner thighs.
Mr. Samuel’s imposing presence loomed over us as we stood trembling before him. “Line up,” he barked, his deep voice echoing off the walls of the training room. We hurried to comply, forming a shaky line of naked, quivering flesh.
“Follow me,” he commanded, turning on his heel and striding toward the door. We fell into step behind him, our bare feet padding softly on the cold tile floor.
As we exited the training room and entered the bare hallway beyond, a chill ran down my spine. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting harsh shadows that seemed to dance and flicker with each step we took. The air was cool against my skin, raising goosebumps across my flesh and making my nipples tighten into hard peaks.
My mind raced as we walked, fear and uncertainty swirling in my gut. Where was he taking us? What new torments awaited us? I thought back to our first three nights at the Facility, when we had slept naked in the austere dormitory. At the time, I had thought that felt like punishment—the hard narrow beds, the thin scratchy blankets, the complete lack of privacy as we lay exposed under the watchful eyes of the night guards.
Now, as Mr. Samuel led us deeper into the bowels of the Facility, I realized how naive I had been. That dormitory now seemed like a luxury compared to whatever awaited us.
We turned a corner, and I felt my stomach drop. Before us stretched a long hallway lined with metal doors, each bearing a small barred window. The cell block.
Mr. Samuel stopped at the first door and unlocked it with a heavy key from his belt. “Inside,” he ordered, gesturing to Zoe. She hesitated for just a moment before shuffling into the tiny space. The clang of the door shutting behind her seemed to reverberate through my very bones.
One by one, Mr. Samuel locked us away in our cells. When my turn came, I stepped into the cramped space, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. A narrow metal cot jutted from one wall, a thin mattress barely cushioning the hard surface. In the corner stood a stainless steel toilet and sink combo, fully exposed with no privacy.
The door slammed shut behind me, the sound final and terrifying. I turned to see Mr. Samuel’s stern face through the small barred window.
“Listen up, ladies,” his deep voice boomed down the corridor. “After the fucking you just got in the training room, you need to urinate to avoid infection. No exceptions. Get on your potties and go, right now.”