The room was sumptuously appointed, in Knight’s characteristic blend of gorgeous antiques and high Modernism. The chairs were upholstered in plush velvet and stood as poised as antelope, but elsewhere in the room was the flash of steel. And slave furniture, there was that too.
Alice had come to recognise furniture that was meant for slaves. At first it wasn’t always obvious. They didn’t always have shackles or… attachments. But if something was low to the ground, or small, or uncomfortable, or degradingly ugly, then she knew that she’d sooner or later be forced onto it — a little piece of sub-human furniture. The rest of the time she spent lying at her Master’s feet, which he never got tired of. If he was in a good mood maybe he’d reach down and ruffle her hair, like she was a favourite dog. It disturbed her how much she enjoyed that.
Now that she had a chance Alice examined the slave furniture more closely. It looked at first glance like a footstool but slightly too high, slightly too solidly built. The top was padded, covered over with soft, dark leather. It looked innocent enough, but sometimes the innocent ones were the worst.
Knight caught her looking at it, and grinned, an expression that never reached his eyes. “Good choice.”
Alice fought down a whine of panic as he dragged her over to it, trying not to trip with her tiny steps. With silent efficiency Knight snapped her wrist cuffs away from her harness, freeing her hands. Before she had a chance to enjoy it he picked her up like she weighed nothing, setting her on top of the thing on all fours. There were small depressions in the cushioning that snugged up around her knees and hands. The top was too small for her to get a comfortable posture, instead she wiggled, helplessly cramped. Her back arched and her bare, crop-striped ass thrust up in the air humiliatingly. Her tender breasts were crushed together between her arms.
Now it was obvious why the thing was shaped this way- it put all her holes at cock-height for a taller man. Just the thought made her exposed slit flinch, and she pressed her thighs together self-consciously.
“I’m not going to tie you.” Knight circled her with a smirk on his face. He admired the way her ass looked in the air, the youthful suppleness of her body. “You need to learn some self-discipline. But if you come down off the bench before I tell you to you’ll spend the rest of the night in immense pain.” His hands traced over her body, stroking her soft flesh with casual intimacy. His hand smoothed hot over the plump roundness of her ass. Even with the little stings of pain from her whip marks his stroking warmed her chest pleasurably, she heard herself panting.
“Yes Master,” Alice looked up at him miserably. His cum was cooling on her lips, and where it had splashed down onto her breasts. She wanted badly to wipe it of but knew she couldn’t. She only squirmed uncomfortable on her little platform, with her glistening pink slit peeking out from between her thighs. Knight couldn’t resist. He let two fingers trace her folds, making her moan and lean back against his hand. Behind her she heard him laugh.
Then his fingers kept sliding, drawing her slick wetness out over her hot flesh. She shuddered as they dragged up the tender strip of skin towards her asshole, making a weak noise of protest. When his fingertips circled damply around that flinching hole she actually gasped, tried to wriggle away from his touch.
“Still, Alice.” He snapped, with so much command in his voice that she instantly froze. Her body rebelled as he continued to explore, tracing fiery little circles around her puckered hole. Alice was openly crying now, unable to contain a little sob of terror. Knight hadn’t used her ass since the night he’d broken her on the machine, and her once-virgin bud remembered every single shock that had surged into it, the unforgiving toy that had spread it open for an entire painful hour.
“I’ve been holding off on training your little ass, I don’t know why.” Knight’s finger probed, spreading her own juices over her trembling hole. She could hear the grin in his voice as he manipulated her. “Maybe because you were so cute and innocent, and I wanted to keep that.” The fingers teased, mocking. “But you need to get used to having your holes filled like a good slave. Soon it will be pleasurable for you; soon you’ll beg me to fuck your ass. It’s for your own good.”
Alice didn’t believe him- the feeling was so strange and wrong, the intimidate rubbing that sent spirals of raw sensation up her spine. Not leaping up off the little bench was the hardest thing she’d ever done — every muscle in her body was so tense it was actually painful. She gasped as his finger probed harder.
“Please don’t! I’ll be so good for you, I’ll… I’ll…” Alice sobbed helplessly.
Instantly she regretted it. Her body tensed, expecting a blow from the whip for her complaining. To her surprise his hand only ran smoothly over the plush cheeks of her ass, blood-hot.
“Adorable,” He murmured, patting her ass affectionately, “This is why I like you so much.” He leaned close to whisper hot her ear, his lips dancing over her skin. “Let me explain: your holes belong to me now, and I’ll use them however I want. You have no say in the matter.”
She felt her heart sink. His finger pushed hard at her puckered hole, plunging in up to the first knuckle. Alice squealed, clenching hard around it, but he only grunted, forcing it slowly further inside. She almost fell off the bench from squirming so hard, mewling pitifully.
“You’re so tight!” he marvelled, plunging his finger deeper into her unwilling hole.
Alice had broken out into a sweat, with a rosy blush on her cheeks. His finger twisted inside her, stroking her sensitive interior. The feeling welling up in her was almost like pleasure, but surely she couldn’t be enjoying this? His violating hand slicked deeper until his palm pressed hot to the skin around her asshole, his finger sank to the hilt. To her horror she realised that she’d leaned back into his hand, and flinched away. Behind her he laughed quietly.
His finger teased, plunging and swirling. He tugged out, stretching her little hole until she yelped in pain. Soon he was fucking her hard with his finger, smacking his palm into the cushion of her ass, letting the heel of his hand grind over her liquid cunt. Each thrust dragged a choked little moan from her throat — the sensation was so powerful and so alien it was overwhelming. Just when she was finally adjusting to the violation of his finger he forced a second one in, ramming them both deep into her tender asshole. Alice mewled in pain, with her tits swinging beneath her as the force of his fingering rocked her body.
“Still, Alice,” Knight murmured, “there’s a good girl. Relax and push back.”
Trembling and crying she tried to do as he said. After a minute it did seem to get a little better, and she tried to ‘push back’, whatever that meant. To her surprise her little ring seemed to soften, letting his fingers slide in easier, dripping with her wetness. She supposed she was lucky she’d been so sopping, as humiliating as that was. Slowly the pain faded into blissful warmth and she moaned in spite of herself.
“Good girl,” Knight stroked her hair with his free hand, his fingers brushing hot over her damp cheek. Then that hand traced down over her body, rolled a nipple between his fingertips. This cramped, exposed position meant he could manipulate her effortlessly.
His fingers fucked her tortured ass while he fondled her, letting his free hand roam electric over her body until she gasped. Slowly that hand ran, hot down her spine, down into the supple cleft between her cheeks. He ran a fingertip up the sopping length of her slit, and Alice shuddered and clenched so hard she thought she would come right then. The surge of molten-hot pleasure that ran through her was so powerful it left her breathless.