Nemo - I - Good Girl

—Still.

The order came from behind the stranger, cutting through the air like a whipcrack. His voice. The same as always. The one my body had learned to obey without hesitation.

I felt the stranger’s hands withdraw from my body, leaving a cold emptiness on my sweaty skin.

Silence filled everything again for a few seconds. Then, the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. My Owner’s.

—I see you’ve already met my friend.

His hand brushed my cheek, right where “his friend” had slapped me. I felt his knuckles against my skin, a caress right on the edge between tenderness and threat.

—I’m glad to see he’s already started taming you a little. You needed it.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have permission.

—Listen to me carefully —his tone changed, becoming deeper, closer—. You’re going to stay still. Without moving. Without protesting. You’re going to be a good girl and you’re going to let my friend do whatever he wants with you. Understood?

His words fell over me like a slab.

I wanted to shake my head. I wanted to say something. But the knot in my throat stopped me, and my body, that damned body trained for submission, was already nodding.

—Yes, my God.

The smile in his voice was noticeable even through the darkness of my blindfold.

—Good girl.

His footsteps moved away. The door opened. And closed again.

I was alone again with that stranger. But this time I didn’t have permission to resist.

—Well, well... —the man’s voice now sounded closer, more confident—. So you’re one of those who need permission to open their legs.

A hand grabbed my hair, yanking my head back violently.

—What a luxury to enjoy you alone, huh? Because your Master has gone and left us all alone.

I felt his fingers pull at the jockstrap, yanking it down roughly. The elastic snapped against my thighs, leaving a burning mark. The metal cage imprisoning my cock was exposed.

—What a shitty little caged cock —he laughed mockingly—. Do you ever use that little thing?

I heard him unzip. The metallic sound echoed in the silence of the room.

—Let’s see, baby. Relax.

His hands grabbed my hips and turned me, positioning me with my back to him. I felt the cold air on my ass, completely exposed. The jockstrap hung uselessly around my ankles.

—You’ve got a very pretty little pussy, you know? —a hand grabbed one cheek, squeezing viciously—. Like a fucking peach ready to be eaten.

I heard him bring something to his mouth. A wet smack. And then I felt his fingers, slick with saliva, rubbing my entrance roughly.

—We don’t have lube, you know? So saliva will have to do. And if it hurts, then tough shit, and learn that whores like you always have to be ready to be fucked.

I tried to relax. I tried to think of my Owner’s orders. But when I felt his member pressing against...