Chapter 2 | Instructions

Penelope

The man took me back to a room where several girls were getting their outfits changed. Most of the girls are crying, some seem fearful, only a couple seem happy.

I want to cry, but I don’t. It would ruin the perfect image that I’m supposed to have.

I'm scared to mess up right now. I don't know who I just got sold to, and that announcer seemed angry with me when I tried to say that they might have the wrong girl. It's weird, I've never been scared of the Academy before, but today, I'm downright terrified.

I get put on a small podium and different women rush over to me with different outfit options. But they aren’t asking for my opinion. They just speak to each other in a language I don’t know, as they decide what they think is best for me.

They have me wear this silver one piece that reminds me of a swimsuit, but it is not made from swimsuit material. It is sheer and leaves nothing to the imagination.

I look at myself in the mirror with wide eyes as I realize you can even see my nipples in this ridiculous outfit. But no one seems to care they’re just doing whatever this man had requested. Another woman comes and has me slip my arms into these little holes and when I look in the mirror, I see they placed giant wings on my back.

This is ridiculous.

I want to argue with their outfit choice, but something tells me that it's best to bite my tongue for now.

Someone else comes over and says, “Final touch!”

She places what I thought would be a necklace on me, but when I look in the mirror, I see it’s a plain white collar. I gulp as a man puts a leash on me and orders, “Come on, Ms. Fox.”

My cheeks puff out as I huff. I can’t believe I’m in this situation. As I am being led out of the room, the man walks around to the other girls dressed in other provocative outfits and he grabs their leashes.

There’s at least five of us in this group, and we are all dressed differently. The only thing we all have in common is that we all wear a collar and a leash.

We get led towards a tall, well-dressed man that is at least a foot taller than me. He has cropped black hair and his eyes are dark as he looks at us lustfully. He adjusts his pants and I notice that his hands have tattoos and rings on them and there’s a tattoo peeking out of his shirt’s collar. He smiles as he says, “Well, well, ladies. It’s nice to have you.”

I hear one of the girls giggle behind me, causing him to smirk. He is handsome, but I don't know how you could giggle at him during a time like this. The man that had been holding our leashes hands them over to the well-dressed man and says, “Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Black.”

He nods as the man walks away, leaving us with him. His eyes roam over us and he states, “Girls, my name is Xavier Black. You may call me Mr. Black, Master, or Sir. You all belong to me now and you will do whatever I tell you to.”

His eyes land on me and the corner of his mouth twitches up as he brings his hand to my face and caresses my cheek and runs his thumb over my bottom lip. He says, “You, my dear, are the epitome of perfection.”

I’m not sure how to respond to him so I say meekly, “Thank you… Sir.”

His eyebrows raise, impressed that I added the title he wanted. He brings his thumb back to my lips and tells me in a low tone, “Suck it.”

My eyes showed my confusion as I hesitate and he demands, “Now.”

I hesitantly open my mouth and he slips his thumb between my teeth, and I suck softly like he told me to. This action feels weird and foreign to me and I really wish he would stop. He instructs me, “Swirl your tongue around it.”

I do as he says, scared of the repercussions if I didn't. He smiles brightly at me as he pulls his thumb from my mouth and says, “Good girl. You have some learning that you need to do. But that’s okay. You’ll be exactly what I need in no time.”

He clears his throat and looks back at the women behind me and says, “Come on, ladies, it’s time to bring you to your new home.”

His eyes flicker back to a different girl, and he murmurs, “Actually…”

Mr. Black whistles to catch someone’s attention, and he holds out a wad of cash and says, “I need a room for me and my girls. You know the kind I want.”

The man he called over smiles as he takes the cash and says, “Right this way, Mr. Black.”

We walk into a room that is colored in red and black. There are chains that hang from the ceiling, there’s a swing in the middle of the room, and a bed on a platform. There’s a table with all sorts of devices on it that I’ve never seen before.

I gulp, feeling like I’ve just entered a horror movie. What kind of nightmare is this?

Mr. Black walks over to me and tugs on my leash, causing me to stumble towards him. His face dips down to my neck and he licks all the way up to my ear and says, “You will sit and watch everything, my dear. You need to learn what will be expected of you.”

I feel like I could throw up at the thought and he smiles as he says, “Sit and wait for my instruction. No one, but me can command you. Do you understand?”

I nod slowly as I say, “Yes, sir.”

I sit on a bench as he walks over to a girl dressed in red, wearing a black lace mask over her eyes, and knee-high socks and garters. She wears a thong and when she turns, I can see her entire ass he spanks her leaving a red handprint on her butt cheek and he tells her where to go.

He goes to each girl and puts them where he wants them. One of the girls were hog tied, another with her hands handcuffed to the bedframe, another in the swing in the middle of the room, and the last one over by a pole and as the music turns on, she begins to dance.

Mr. Black looks over the room with a smile on his face as he opens the door and allows some men to fill the room.

My eyes widen as I watch the men start to undress and go to different women. I’m shocked when sometimes three men will go to one woman. What are they supposed to do with so many men?

Mr. Black walks over to me and sits beside me on the bench. He nods towards the girl handcuffed on the bed and asks, “What do you see with her, Penelope?”

“Um, a man’s… privates are in her mouth and another man is preparing to enter her.”

“And what do you notice with her?”

My eyebrows furrow and I look to him and say, “I’m not sure what you’re looking for, Mr. Black.”

“All of the women in here are not crying or screaming. They moan from pleasure; they want this just as much as the men do. They move their hips and their mouths in a way that is pleasurable for the man. They will do anything requested of them. And in return, they will get the pleasure they desire as well.”

He looks at me with lust in his eyes and says, “We’ll move slower with you, P. I know that you aren’t ready for this yet. But you do need to learn how to please a man. So, we’ll start simple, okay?”

“Okay.” I whisper so softly I’m not sure that he could hear me.

“Remember how you sucked my thumb earlier?”

I nod as I murmur, “Yes sir.”

“I’m going to place my cock in your mouth, and you will do the same thing and listen to my instructions. Understood?”

My stomach hurts from the feeling of dread. But I know I have no choice here. I say, “Yes sir.”

He smirks as he stands up and pulls his manhood out and presses it against my lips. I open my mouth slowly, but not fast enough because he grabs the back of my head, curling his fingers into a fist around the long locks of my hair, causing me to gasp and he thrusts his length in me, causing me to gag.

He hisses, “Don’t use your teeth. Now, move your head back and forth.”

Before I have an opportunity to listen to his request, a door opens and I hear a man say, “Mr. Black, I need you now.”

He growls lowly and slides his penis out of my mouth and says, “I’ll be back, P. Don’t do this or anything else with anyone else.”

He said it loud enough for every man in here to hear him, but they’re all so distracted by the women pleasing them that they don’t seem to mind.

I sit with my hands on my knees as I wonder what’s become of me. Is this all my life will be? Doing these hideously vulgar acts?

I was meant for so much more.