Hallway

Nikki didn’t know where they were going. She didn’t know anything other than that she was going to have the date with Charles Tilton that evening, but the day stretched out before her completely unknown. In her old life, Nikki was used to knowing the plan, having her day mapped out, being in charge, shaping that plan, making all the decisions – but now she was just there. Giving herself over. Following. And it felt wonderful, relaxing, like a warm blanket. She followed Mark, her trainer, her lover, her everything.

He walked to the door and took a long metal chain down from a hook. It was her “outside” leash. Just like a dog’s leash, it had a u-clip at the end that clipped to the D-ring in her collar, replacing the small one he had used to chain her to the bed. This one was more heavy duty, with a leather loop that he put around his hand.

“You can walk for now, but as soon as we see anybody else, you are to get on your hands and knees immediately, girl. You got that?” His voice was firm, commanding. “Don’t make me sorry I’ve let you walk.”

Nikki nodded. Ready to do what he expected. She could feel the cold marble of the hallway below her feet as they walked from his quarters down the hall towards the common areas of the facility. It was a big place, like a hotel conference facility. There were a variety of restaurants, a gym, an auditorium, training rooms, spa facilities; everything you might need to train a slave. And there must have been 50 trainers, and a couple of hundred slaves, some of them permanent residents, some (like her) in one-on-one training in preparation for an auction, and some sent by their owners for group brush up or intensive skills training.

They had walked only a little ways when they turned a corner and Mark jerked her leash, saying “Down, girl.” Nikki immediately got on hands and knees as fast as she could, her heart beating faster.

Sure enough, about 50 yards ahead of them there was another trainer, this one with a male slave. Also naked and on all fours, with a collar and a leash. Nikki couldn’t see much, particularly with her head down as she crawled, but she could tell they were approaching.

As the slave and his trainer got closer, Mark called out in greeting, “Hey Tony! How are you?” Nikki recognized the other trainer – she had seen him before, in group exercise classes and at meals. He was a fair but strict trainer, older and more experienced than Mark, but not perhaps as finessed. His slaves were known for being serviceable, responsive, and valuable, but not exceptional.

The slave he had with him was a strapping young man. In his early twenties, blond hair, slightly curly, very defined muscles. Attractive. And Nikki could tell, by the way he was looking at her, that he was a service-slave, kept to provide pleasure to the trainers, and even other slaves, but not allowed to achieve pleasure himself, except in the occasional circumstance when he was with another slave in an informal environment. Like running into somebody in the hall.

In fact, the slave was eying her like a predator eyes his pray. He was clearly hoping he would get to use her. She tried to move to the other side of Mark. Mark had satisfied her with her morning training sessions, she was in no mood for a male slave to take her in a hallway. She wanted to avoid this. She eyed him warily.

“Mark, so nice to see you.” Tony seemed to be in no hurry this morning. Nikki’s heart sank. That just increased the likelihood that the slave would get to have his way with her. “Ahh, this must be your new girl. I hear Charles is giving her an evaluation tonight. Congratulations on that.” He seemed genuinely impressed, and slightly jealous. Nikki felt herself blush as they discussed her.

Meanwhile she also sensed the slave boy; he was getting closer, trying to get behind her, trying to sniff her! He was straining against his collar, the leash pulling taught. She backed away, inadvertently wrapping her leash around Mark’s legs, still on her hands and knees. Balancing being obedient with trying to avoid this unwanted attention.

“Well, well, look at this – I think you have an eager boy here,” Mark was clearly amused as he looked down on the two leashed slaves doing the dance, Nikki backing away while the boy advanced. “What’s his name?”

“Oh, this is Oliver. He’s just come from working the locker room – I had him on his knees for almost two hours! His belly is full of jism, but he hasn’t had any release since…” Tony paused, thoughtful. “sheesh, I hadn’t realized, but now that I think of it I think it’s been over two days…. He must be uncomfortable.” Another pause, as if he were waiting for something. “Perhaps you’d like to offer your girl, to help him out?”

Nikki glanced over at Oliver, and was stunned at the raw desire she saw in him. His eyes, staring at her, hunger right there on the surface, appraising her. His mouth, slightly open, already panting, eager. His chest, moving in and out with each breath, nipples hard and pointed towards the floor. And his cock. Oh my! So hard, red, engorged looking. And oozing precum. Already dripping on the floor, just from the possibility before him. She imagined him anticipating the feel of her warm wet pussy and having this reaction.

She was surprised to feel her own body respond to his emotion. She felt a warm wave, radiating out from her pussy, up into her core, cven her uterus reacting, clenching. She shifted slightly, unconsciously spreading her legs, feeling her labia separate and feeling her sex hanging down below her. She felt her nipples tighten, realized her face was getting warm too. She licked her lips, staring directly at Oliver’s oozing cock. She was shocked to feel it, but now she really wanted him.

Mark looked down at Nikki and she could feel him taking in all the signs. “Well, Tony, she looks like she’s ready! Seems like the more I give her the more she wants, it’s quite a phenomenon. Let’s give him what he wants.”

“Nikki!” He gave her leash a sharp tug to get her attention. “Come over here and put your head between my feet, one hand on each ankle, and stick your ass up for this poor slave. Let him see your beautiful gifts. Come on, hurry up.” He gave her another tug, pulling her head away from looking at Oliver’s sex in all its glory.

Nikki did as she was told. She lowered her head to the floor and spread her legs so that her labia spread wider. She knew that they could all look directly into her, could see her arousal, the blood engorging her sex. She felt swollen, felt like she was all sex, 100% sex, nothing but sex. All of her consciousness was concentrated in her crotch, and now visible for the world to see.

“Ohhh, look how pretty! Look how wet she is!” Mark had bent down and was gently stroking her lower back as he gazed into her sex from above. “Tony? Did you see this?”

“Nice! You’ve got a responsive one here. That’ll be a plus for Charles.” Once again Tony’s voice sounded approving. And Nikki felt totally objectified.

“Unhhh…”

Nikki could hear Oliver’s breathing behind her. She couldn’t even turn her head, she was solidly captured between her trainer’s ankles. But she could practically hear the collar holding Oliver back. And then she felt his breath approaching. Felt him inhaling deeply. And then felt the incredible warm soft wet feeling of his mouth on her cunt.

She moaned as the slave pushed his face into her, searching, reaching, delving, to find her flavors and taste them. She tried to open her legs wider, push back, allow him in. Now her own urgency was growing. She wanted him. Wanted his cock. She had seen it, could imagine it, hot and hard, opening her, stretching her, filling her. She moved her hips, trying to make it clear that she wanted it. Trying to communicate in any way she could. Her moans getting louder.

“Look at them, little animals.” Tony sounded amused now. “Reminds me of that little pair Cindy was showing off last week.”

“Oh yes, I saw them.” Mark was chatty, just a guy having a conversation with a colleague. Totally normal. “Cindy did a good job with them.”

“Yes, she did. Did you see them when they first came in? Totally disobedient, and not much sex drive either. Complete turn-around. She ought to get a prize.”

“I know, I saw them early on, must have been the second or third day. Never would have thought she could do that much with them.”

“What do you think she’ll get for them? They should fetch top dollar.”

“ Hard to say. But you just need one buyer.”

Nikki could hear them carrying on the conversation over her head, as if nothing was happening. Her reactions and her feelings so unimportant that they didn’t even register for the two trainers. But she could also feel Oliver’s mouth, his tongue probing, licking, sweeping up the center of her sex, lingering at the opening of her vagina, and then rising to touch her clit, just lightly, descending to explore the depths of her vagina. She moaned louder. And she could feel him disengage. His mouth getting further away. The smell of her own sex hitting her, almost overpowering.

And then…. Ohhh…. Then. She felt his hands on her hips. The hot tip of his cock at her opening. She could feel every nuance of it. The texture of the skin, the shape and contours. She could feel it ease in, just a tiny bit. The head fat and rounded. Sliding on her wetness, pre-cum and her own juice mingling, so slippery, so hot. She could feel it stretching her, feeling of relief as it pushed further. Ahhhh. What a feeling of relief. Finally full of him. Hot, thick, pulsing with life. Such a great feeling.

Nikki felt her helplessness. Her head immobilized by Mark’s legs, her hands engaged on his legs. Her leash in his hand. She was a slave, just a slave. She had no choice in this. There were no expectations for her, she didn’t need to think about what might happen next; there were no consequences, no entanglements, no responsibility. She could just enjoy this, these wonderful sensations. Nobody was going to think less of her, or want more from her. This was just this moment.

And what a wonderful moment it was. She felt Oliver slide back out through her slick wetness, and then thrust home once more. Her voice rang out as he did it again. She did her best to move her hips back to meet his thrusts. Her legs wide, her breasts shaking with his energy. He felt his hands on her hips, his breath on her back, and, most of his cock filling her, hot and hard, warming her from the inside out.

“Did you hear that Cindy had to go pull her slave from last season out of his placement?” Tony and Mark were continuing their conversation, Tony’s words filtering down to Nikki.

“I hadn’t heard,” Mark was matter-of-fact. “What happened?” Nikki couldn’t believe that they were just continuing on as if Oliver wasn’t fucking her right under their noses – literally the smell alone should have been enough to distract them. Each time he pulled out she got a whiff of pure sex, essence of sex, wafting up to her head. What a great smell. What a great thing. And she could hear the slapping noise of his balls hitting into her with each stroke.

“He was having trouble obeying the other household slaves. Seemed to think domestic duty was ‘below’ him. How crazy is that?” Tony let out a cross between a snort and a laugh. “I think Cindy should concentrate on sex training and partner with someone else for the rest.”

“Oh, Tony, speaking of training. We need to move along.” Mark spoke as if it was just a normal conversation he was wrapping up, as if he was completely unaware of the two naked slaves fucking at his feet.

But Oliver was obviously aware. And unwilling to let this opportunity to climax pass him by. He increased his rhythm, thrusting harder, faster, more urgently. His whole body slamming into Nikki, his voice grunting. She could feel him get even larger inside her, seeming to expand within her. She felt totally and completely full. Felt her desire rise to meet him, sweat running from below her arms, along her sides, under her breasts, rivulets of sweat, heat radiating out from her, his hot cock warming her insides.

“Come on boy, let’s go.” Nikki could feel Tony tug Oliver’s leash, but she could also feel Tony resisting the pull. She could feel him redouble his efforts, gripping her hips with a ferocity that threatened to leave bruises.

His grunts filled her head as his thrusts filled her cunt. She felt her focus intensify, the sensations building, his cock sliding in and out, deeper with each thrust. And then with a roar, she felt him let go, hot spurts of cum shooting up inside her, splashing against her cervix. She held onto Mark’s ankles as her own orgasm washed up and over her, her body shaking and her cunt spasming on Oliver’s cock, milking the last drops of cum out of him.

“Come on boy!” Tony’s voice was insistent now and she could feel Oliver’s grip loosening, his cock starting to slide out of her.

“Unhhhh….” Her voice was almost plaintive as she felt him departing. She could feel the slide, and hear the squishy sound as his cock took leave of her and broke the seal they had formed with their fluids. In fact, she could feel the mixture of his cum, her juices, and their combined sweat running down her leg.

Mark leaned down and grabbed her by the hair, lifting her up to her knees and looking down into her stunned face.

“Ok slave… what do you say? Where are your manners?” Mark’s voice was teasing, but she could tell he was partially serious.

“Thank you, Sir. Thank you for allowing me to reach my climax. Thank you, Sir.” Nikki was stammering and babbling, she could barely form a conscious thought let alone form a coherent sentence.

“Not me you silly slave! Thank Tony. Have I taught you anything?”

“So sorry, Sir. So sorry. Thank you Tony, Sir. Thank you for allowing your slave to use me.”

“That’s better.” Mark relaxed his grip on her hair. “Now back on all fours.” He tightened his grip on her leash. “Good job, girl. I’m proud of you, you really are coming along, you are growing into your role.” His hand smoothed her hair back from her forehead. “But now, lets be on our way.”

Nikki glanced back at Oliver. He looked equally stunned to how she felt. She felt a wave of warmth for the poor slave. His own humiliation; she noticed the streaks of white curdlike vaginal secretions on his cock, the sweat matting his beautiful hair, the glazed look in his eyes. She wanted to just take him in her arms and comfort him. But that wasn’t for her to do. She was being taken somewhere else. And she might never see the beautiful Oliver again, the presence of his cock in her vagina just a pleasant memory, already fading into history.

She settled into the rhythm of Marks steps, hurrying to stay by his side on all fours. She was a slave, just a slave. And this experience had been provided to her, as many more would be. She just needed to stay by her trainer’s side. No worries, only obedience.