Cindy

Nikki was still glowing from her victory when Mark brought her back into his rooms. She was radiant and happy. Lighthearted. "Nothing like a win to make a slave glow," she thought to herself. She could feel the energy illuminating her skin, making her even more beautiful. She felt so good.

He led her in the door to his living room, holding her leash, and she stopped short. The leash went taught and jerked at her neck. Despite the force of that, it took her a moment to recover from what she saw when they entered the room.

Kneeling in the middle of Mark's floor, in the spot usually reserved for Nikki, the spot where Mark's trainee always kneeled, the spot where Nikki had kneeled every day for the last six and a half weeks, was Cindy. Cindy, the girl from the Four Season's cloak room. She was naked, her legs parted, her hands face up on her thighs, her head down, her mouth open. Perfect nadu. Pose of complete submission.

What the hell! What was Cindy doing there, in Nikki's spot? Nikki remembered that Mark had told her to come on Monday. To come if she was interested in what Mark and Nikki were doing. And she had been interested, that was clear.

Feelings rushed through Nikki, like a set of waves crashing one after the other. She felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over her, and she knew what that felt like! Mark had poured one over her head to get the truth out of her after the party.

First she felt outrage. Why hadn't he told her? Why was this a surprise? Why her spot? Not fair! That was her spot. Her place of honor. Her way of demonstrating her willingness to Mark. Her devotion.

Then denial. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. She, Nikki, was Mark's trainee. That was her role, her place. It must be a mistake. Nikki blinked. Looked around. No, this really was Mark's room. That really was her spot.

And then anger toward the girl. How dare she? She had no right to usurp Nikki's place. This was just wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.

Right on the heels of the anger, was the realization that she had no right to be angry. That she was a slave. That she was Mark's slave, yes, but still a slave. She had to accept what was given to her. She would not be given more than she could take. If Mark had taken Cindy in, had given Cindy this place of honor, this opportunity to show her
willingness to serve, there had to be reason. He wasn't thoughtless, he had to think Nikki could handle it.

Certainly it wasn't Cindy's fault. She couldn't have known how hard this would be for Nikki, she couldn't have predicted what it would mean to her. She probably didn't even know that that particular spot of floor was Nikki's.

But OHHH! It was so hard. So painful. So difficult. She was miserable. Facing her own substitution, substitutability She was not unique as a slave. Maybe she was special, had her own strengths and successes, but she was not Mark's only slave, not the only girl he had taken under his wing, not the only one he had loved. Certainly not the last one he was going to love.

She wanted to turn and flee. Just run out of the room and never come back. Not have to watch this, not have to see. She could almost even imagine giving up her slavery in order to not have to see this. She closed her eyes for a moment. She couldn’t run. Mark was holding her leash in his hand. And he wouldn’t let her go.

She let herself feel the pain of it. Feet her own desire to be the ONE crash into the reality of her servitude. The impact making her brain reel. She was not the one. She was one of many and she had to take it. She felt the warmth of that in her cunt. The feeling of pure submission as she absorbed the reality of it. She felt her sex liquefy, open, blood flowing to it, warmth radiating out. She was really his slave. This was yet another trial and yet another proof.

She stood at the doorway, the arousal so strong she felt she might lose her balance. Her nipples were hard as rocks, her skin flushed, her breath shallow. She felt the pit of her stomach as the blood flowed away from her digestive tract. Nikki was aware of the inside of her vagina, felt the fluid oozing out of her, coating her labia. Felt open, ready. Oh! How she wanted to feel Mark fuck her right now. RIGHT NOW. But even that desire needed to be submitted to his control. He clearly wasn't going to fuck her now. He obviously had other plans.

Nikki looked at Cindy and felt the intensity of her own slavery as she contemplated Cindy's. Here was Cindy, a young girl, beautiful, innocent, fresh; kneeling naked on the floor and handing herself over to Mark. Nikki was amazed that the girl had had the courage to give herself. Amazed and, well, jealous. She wouldn’t have had that kind of courage. She knew she had brought other things with her, had been a coup of a sort – professional, accomplished, but still willing to give herself over. But at least she had known the other kind of life. Here was a girl giving herself before even learning about herself.

Mark was watching Nikki very carefully. Searching her face. Noting her reactions. She knew that he had seen all of that pass through her. That he knew her, knew her pain and knew her submission. He recognized what she was going through, saw it in her eyes, in her body, in her face. He saw the sweat beading, saw her stagger, saw her pain. But he also saw her process it, saw her accept it, saw her transform it.

He smiled. “Yes Nikki. You remember Cindy.” He paused. Looking intently at Nikki. His eyes delving into her. Seeing her acceptance, her submission, her desire. “Good girl. You know I want this. You know you are not my only slave. You know I train others. I know you know this. But I see you feeling it now.” He nodded. “Yes, girl, feel it. Accept it. Take it into you.”

Mark pulled Nikki further into the room by her leash. She staggered forward, trying to breathe deeply, regain her composure. “You look so beautiful, Nikki. Your submission is exquisite.” Mark’s voice was soothing, helped her to center herself.

“Now I want you to kneel right behind Cindy. Your breasts against her back. Your thighs against her thighs, your pussy grazing her ass.”

He waited for Nikki to comply, dropping to her knees, and scooting forward until she was right behind the girl, her breath against Cindy’s neck. Feeling the girl’s heat. Hating it. Hating her youth, her innocence, hating the novelty of her. All the reasons that Mark might love her. Nikki felt the bile rise in her throat. Ohh! Hard. This was so hard!

“Closer. Tighter. I want you right up against her.” Mark was insistent. He put his hand on Nikki’s neck to indicate he wanted her face even closer to Cindy’s hair.

Nikki’s nostrils were full of the scent of the girl. Some kind of fruity shampoo. And milky skin. And a faint smell of pussy from her open legs. She felt Cindy’s smooth skin, her warm flesh, her rounded ass. Nikki’s nipples rubbed against Cindy’s back. She couldn’t resist the sheer physical pleasure of it. The sensuality. She felt her own wet pussy pushed into Cindy’s ass. She moved her hips forward slightly. Feeling Mark push against her even more.

“Yes. That’s good. Feel her. She’s your sister. She’s like you. She’s just learning. But she wants it. Can you feel it? Feel her compliance? Her desire?”

Nikki knew that these were not just rhetorical questions. Mark required a response. He wanted to hear her voice. Hear her acknowledge.

“Yes, Sir. I feel it.”

“And do you see yourself in it? Tell me what you feel?”

Nikki hesitated. How could he force her like this. This was so hard. And now he wanted her to talk about it! Wanted her to tell him. Wanted her to open her heart and her soul to him a little more. It was never fucking enough for him, was it! She was on her knees! She was pressed up against the little bitch. She was feeling her beauty. She was responding to it. What more did he want? Couldn’t he just leave her alone? Please?

She pushed her face into Cindy’s hair. Took a deep breath of young girl smell. Closed her eyes. Tried to block out the pain. Maybe if she didn’t respond he would let it go.

FLICK.

Nikki felt Mark’s finger hit the side of her head. And now he had his hand on her chin and was moving her face up and towards him.

“You answer me girl. And now. What are you feeling?”

“Oooohhh. Sir!” Nikki swallowed. “It’s so hard.”

“I know, hun. Let me give you a place to start. Just tell me what Cindy’s body feels like.” Mark was speaking as if he was talking to a six year old. And in some ways Nikki felt like a six year old. All her feelings on the surface of her skin. No way to hide. No way to protect herself.

“She is so young, Sir. So fresh and pretty. Her body so rounded and luscious. Her skin so smooth and elastic. It is like silk…” Nikki’s voice trailed off as she was hit with another wave of jealousy and anger. She wanted Mark to think SHE was attractive. She wanted Mark to desire HER. She wanted to be the object, the center, the focus. He could degrade her, push her, abuse her, but she was still the middle, the point of it, it was her training, he was paying attention to her. She didn’t want to share that. Didn’t want to give up the power of it. The joy.

“All true, girl. All true.” Mark was looking her in the eye. He wasn’t going to let this go. “And what does it do to you?”

Nikki struggled to hold back tears. “Oh Sir! How could you not love her more than you love me.”

“Ahh. Finally. The crux of it.” Mark nodded. “That’s right. Give it to me. You can cry. It’s okay.” He gave her a moment.

“Let me explain something to you.” Mark took a deep breath. This was obviously going to be a lecture. “You are not the center of my world. You are my slave. Yes, the leash has two ends. I enjoy training you. Enjoy it at a visceral and fundamental level. But you are not the only one. Being the center of attention, being loved, is a priviledge. Sometimes you will have it, sometimes not. It’s a painful adjustment. And one of the most important lessons you need to learn. You may be sold to an owner who will keep you by yourself, or you may be part of a bigger group. You need to learn to deal with it. It is part of your service.” He looked searchingly in Nikki’s eyes. “You get that?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And even if I did love her more, you need to accept that. You understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Okay. Now you can show me your acceptance of it.” Mark let go of her chin and pushed her face back into Cindy’s hair. His hand on the back of her head was insistent. “Take your hands, girl, and hold Cindy’s head.”

Nikki was puzzled. But she put her hands up to Cindy’s head. Mark positioned her hands so she was cradling the other girl’s scull, holding her steady. “Like this. Yes, tip her head up a bit, yes, good.” He positioned the two of them just right. Nikki’s breasts still pushed flat up against Cindy’s back, her pussy pushed into the younger girl’s ass.

Nikki felt Mark step back. And then she heard it. Heard him open his zipper. Oh! He was going to put his cock in Cindy’s mouth! He was going to make her hold Cindy’s head as he fucked Cindy’s face.

“Open your mouth, Cindy.” Mark’s voice was tender. Kinder than she was used to. Like it wasn’t yet an assumption that Cindy would comply with his orders, but more of a request. Oh. He used to sound that way with Nikki too. She felt another wave go through her. It was like a beating. Every reminder sending jolts of pain through her body. She felt herself undulate with it. And she felt the warmth oozing from her vagina.

Cindy was the new girl. Treated with tenderness and care. Gradually brought along. Nikki was just there to assist. To hold and offer. She was like a piece of furniture, a slave-stand. She was an object. Her experience of this sex act not essential for the completion of it. It was Cindy who had the honor of providing Mark with the pleasure.

Nikki felt Cindy respond as Mark drove his cock into her. Nikki decided to do the best she could. To rise to the occasion. To be the best damn woman-holder possible. She pushed her body in tighter. Held on as tightly as she could.

Nikki could feel the warmth of Cindy’s body. Could feel her temperature rise as she became more aroused. Sweat was starting to form between them, coating them. She was sliding a bit against the younger girl. She was rocking with each of Mark’s thrusts. Nikki’s pussy was hitting into Cindy’s ass, rhythmically, the pace building.

Nikki felt her own arousal building. She was a slave, yes. She was Mark’s slave. And if he wanted to use her by not using her, by showing her that she was not the center of things. That she couldn’t expect him to use her. That she was not entitled to his cock, his desire, his climax, his cum. She had been the one to suck him, the one to swallow him, the one to take his fluids into her. Now she was just an assistant. She had to accept that. She had to take this the way she had taken the beating or taken the serbs. She was a slave.

Mark was getting more urgent now. Nikki could hear him grunting. They were familiar grunts. The sound he made when he was getting close to orgasm. She was used to hearing it. She heard it when she sucked him. She heard it when he fucked her. She heard it when he had her jerk him off. She heard it when he fucked her in the ass. She thought they were her grunts. Now he was making them with his cock in Cindy’s mouth.

Nikki felt another wave of realization as she felt him giving those noises to another. They weren’t hers. She wasn’t the only one who got to hear them. More importantly, she wasn’t the only one who got to cause them. She was one of many. Only a cog.

Cindy was struggling a little. Mark’s cock thrusting deep into her throat, pushing against the back of her windpipe, cutting off her breath. Cindy was doing her best to take it all in without choking or resisting. But her natural instinct for self preservation was leading her to pull back a little.

Nikki held Cindy’s head steady and firm, pushing into each of Mark’s thrusts, meeting his force with a counterforce. Nikki’s pussy rubbed against Cindy’s ass with each thrust, her nipples crushed into Cindy’s back.

Mark put his hands over Nikki’s to hold Cindy’s head totally steady as he gave one final thrust. His head snapped back as he roared with pleasure, arching his back, and shooting his load of cum down Cindy’s throat. Nikki felt Cindy react as the hot jets hit into the back of her throat and she felt her own orgasm crest, her hands under Mark’s, her body pressed into Cindy’s back.

Nikki collapsed onto Cindy’s back as Mark pulled his cock out. It felt like he was pulling it out of both of them, Nikki felt his fucking as if it had been in her. As if she were an extension of Cindy and Cindy an extension of her.

“Okay, girls. Nice job.” Mark was already in trainer-mode. “Nikki? Come around in front of Cindy. I want you to kiss her. To taste my cum in her mouth.”

Would he ever stop! It wasn’t enough that she had watched? It wasn’t enough that she had felt every thrust, every nuance, that she had heard all his noises? He wanted her to taste it too! He wanted her to taste his essence in another girl’s mouth.

Nikki sighed. Closed her eyes for a moment. Gathered her strength. This was like when she had to go back into the ring. Or when Boris knocked her down for the gazillionth time. She could do it. She was strong. She was a good slave.

She moved around to the front of Cindy. She came in close. She took Cindy’s face in her hands. The girl looked so innocent. So sweet. Almost bewildered by what had just happened.

Nikki leaned in. Touched her lips to Cindy’s. So soft. So warm. So yielding. She moved in tighter. Opened her mouth a little. And pushed her tongue forward into the girl’s mouth. Ooooo, it really did taste of Mark’s cum. It must have been a huge load. Nikki licked and explored, wanting to take some of Mark’s cum for herself. She tasted it.

Such a strange sensation. Tasting Mark, but Cindy too. Her trainer, her lover, her Master. But also this sweet young girl. She moved in tighter, really delving into the girl’s mouth. She moaned.

“Enough.” Mark’s voice snapped her back to reality. She pulled back. “I’ve got plans for both of you.”

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