Libertines 11.

‘Genia, stand!’ I called out, slapping my hand with a leather crop.  ’Time to bathe and dress… dinner is in four hours.’  Genia stood, languidly and still a bit defiantly… which made abusing her all the more delicious.  I had moved a crude steel tub into the cage room, with a bucket of coarse cleaning materials.  She looked at the bucket and shuddered prettily, standing at the door to her cage.  I unlocked it and took her by her manacled hands, leading her to the tub.  As I turned to help her in, she looked into my eyes, supplicating… a tear escaped and I felt myself growing erect.  I brushed her hair out of her eyes and whispered, ‘Not to worry, little one… we will make sure you are not treated too roughly.  You must comport yourself well, so that we are not embarrassed… please do not disappoint us.’  She nodded eagerly and I cupped her chin in my hand, raising her head and looking into her eyes… her pupils were quite dilated.  ’Would you like a little shot to ease yourself, Genia?’ I asked, stroking the fresh tattoo on her chest.  It was healing well, despite the violence of the application… it was very dark and edged in dried blood.  Genia pleaded silently with me and I gently pushed her to her knees and unlocked her hands.  ’Well then, I suppose if you can take me without making a sound, I will medicate you.’  The relief in her eyes, mixed with dread, filled me with joy; we had succeeded in removing her sexual inhibitions almost totally.  We were finding that opiate addiction did wonders with behavior modification, it seemed to be the ultimate positive, and indeed negative, reinforcement.  I quickly stripped off my clothing and lifted Genia violently onto the gurney, turning her and  throwing her face down onto the paper-covered surface.  She grunted with the impact and stopped her head from connecting with the wall as the gurney struck.  I grabbed her left wrist and turned it behind her back in a hammerlock, my erection high and demanding.  ’I will forgive that sound, my dear, but we will have to educate you a bit nonetheless!’ I cried, cruelly massaging her mons, roughly penetrating her vagina with my thumb.  I pushed upward on her hammerlocked arm, and she bit her lip, suceeding in keeping silent.  Amazingly, her pussy became soaked in her fluid, and seemed to open wider in response to the pressing of my thumb… I then thrust my thumb into her asshole and laughed as she drew in breath. ‘Genia, my love, you should get used to these tender ministrations… not everyone will be so loving as I!’  I rammed my cock into her mercilessly, letting go her arm and pulling her hair so that her head snapped back.  Stroke after stroke I dealt, riding her like a mule that I despised… she began to grind her ass against me in rhythm, her left hand gripping and tearing the paper.  I drew out of her and held myself aloft for a breathless second… before descending on the narrow hole, the tender passage I loved so dearly… in one massive stroke I violated her totally, parting her viciously until I was buried to the hilt.  She screamed like a firebell, abandoning herself to the pain I inflicted… honestly, I was gratified that she lasted so long in silence.  I hoarsely commanded her to silence as I strained to fuck her deeper, letting go her hair and holding her by the iliac crests of her pelvis… she scrabbled on the smooth leather covering of the gurney, having stripped it of paper, and tried her level best to crawl away from me, failing as she fetched up against the wall.  Her head was pressed sideways to the brick, and I could see her eyes screwed shut and streaming as she bit her lip to the quick.  I pulled halfway out of her and struck again, harder this time, widening her and relishing the blood that streaked my cock.  She opened her mouth and roared like a panther, the vision of the profile of her open mouth and closed eyes against the brick driving me to near insanity… I felt the tightness begin to gather in my thighs and I flipped her over, leaping and straddling her in a trice.  I gripped the back of her head and lifted her to receive me, thrusting my already spurting tool into her mouth…  two blows and it was over, I filled her and fell backward as she went limp under me.  The sound of sardonic applause came from behind me, and I saw Win leaning against the doorjamb with a wicked grin on his face.  ’How romantic, Sir Dar,’ he said, ‘such a Lothario you are!  You play her like a fine instrument!’  I drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and replied, ‘We must use her more, Win.  She is still too green for our purposes.’  I stood and slapped Genia’s thigh sharply.  ’Up, wench!  We must clean you up now!’  She stood unsteadily and swayed.  The blood was running down her thighs and her neck, from her bitten lip… ’Come, Genia,’ said Win.  ’I will bathe you properly as Sir Dar cleans himself.”Indeed,’ I replied, soiling a towel as I wiped myself down.  Win helped her into the tub of hot water and efficiently covered her in suds.  She sighed with contentment as he washed her, briskly rubbing her down with a loofah.  He then bent her over and soaped her crotch, with the stiff boar-bristle brush in his hand.  Genia could not see the instrument, so she was quite shocked when Win began to brush her hard about the ass and pussy.  She screamed again as the soap penetrated her skin, almost falling as she struggled.  ’Now, now, miss!  It seems you are out of line, and it also seems you have leaned nothing from out patient tutelage!  Hold her, Dar!’  he sang out, picking up the crop that I had abandoned while I was fucking her.  I had dressed quickly, and came to Win’s aid promptly.  I held her fast as he rained blows on her unprotected ass and thighs, welting her instantly.  I became inflamed almost immediately, and freed my weapon from my trousers.  I held the sides of her head and violated her mouth, thrusting until she gagged and the tears flowed freely.  Win stuffed her from the other end, never ceasing the stinging series of crop strokes as he rode her, bucking and thrashing.  We fucked her until we both were spent, casting her aside like a burned match.  We smoked in silence, looking at the crumpled heap on the floor, still sobbing.Later we dried her and lovingly swaddled her in a soft blanket, brushing her hair and rubbing soothing unguents into her badly abraded skin.  I prepared a generous shot and Win administered it expertly; we observed the diamorphinum spreading through her in waves, erasing the lines on her forehead and slowing her breath… the tight frown she wore melted away.  We fixed ourselves and began to dress for dinner.  ’I hope Ferrovache finds her well,’ I remarked.’We have done the best we can,’ Win replied.  ’It is now up to her.’ In this way we prepared her for what was to come, for she had not the slightest knowledge of our soon to be host’s delicate perversions.  Soon she would pray for something so mundane as a two way rape, for it at least is comprehensible.  I pitied her not, though, for our continued supply of medicine relied on her performance… let her learn our libertine ways as quickly and cruelly as possible… she would need the solace of discipline soon enough.