The room she found herself in was clinical, with a doctor's couch dominating the centre. Beside the couch stood a tiny Eurasian woman dressed in black leggings and a short grey silk sleeveless top. Her sleek dark hair was tied back in a pony tail. Emily shuddered; this was no rescuer. The woman's slanted almond eyes flashed with a cold cruel glitter. "Get her onto the table," she said again, as she snapped on a pair of surgical gloves.
As they carried Emily across the room she saw that one wall was entirely made up of thick glass panels – and behind it a host of shadowy faces watched the proceedings with interest. Emily whimpered miserably as the two men laid her on the couch and did not resist as they secured her wrist cuffs above her head. She tried to stay calm, taking one deep breath after another.
The Eurasian woman smiled thinly down at her. "I am Leonora," she said evenly. "I run Deuvar. That is where you are. What I say is law, do you understand?"
Emily nodded.
Leonora's hand closed tightly around Emily's chin. "Not good enough." she whispered darkly. "Tell me, do you understand?"
"Yes," Emily whispered miserably.
"Good," said the dark woman, relinquishing her grasp. "Now let's see if you were telling Mr Johnson the truth." She nodded to the two men. Emily felt them unbuckle the leg irons and guide her ankles into high stirrups that spread her legs wide, exposing the deepest recesses of her body. Glancing down she could see the unknown faces moving closer to the glass to get a glimpse of what lay between her thighs. Emily was so shocked that she began to struggle, although she knew it was pointless. She felt her shoulder joints crackle and scream in protest.
Leonora sighed and rested a gloved hand on Emily's exposed sex, her fingers sliding down over her clitoris; the woman's touch was both electrifying and at the same time, deeply threatening.
"Lie still."
Emily froze as Leonora began to examine her. Her tiny hands cupped Emily's breasts, squeezing them speculatively, before moving them down over her belly, touching and prodding as if she were meat. Finally Leonora moved between her legs, spreading the lips of Emily's sex open, watched by the audience behind the glass and also the two uniformed guards. Her fingers brushed Emily's clitoris again sending a shower of sensations through her prone body. Emily moaned and without thinking lifted her hips.
Leonora smiled narrowly. "You're going to be good," she murmured. "I can see that." She nodded towards one of the uniformed men. "Get me the wedge and bring the trolley closer."
Emily stiffened as she felt a roll of something cold and unwieldy sliding under her buttocks, tipping her pelvis so that she was totally exposed. Leonora pulled an overhead light down and slowly slid a single finger into Emily's quim.
Instinctively her muscles tightened around it and Leonora let out a humourless chuckle, "My God, this is so tight."
In spite of herself Emily could feel little crystals of expectation and desire building low in her belly. Leonora's finger worked a little deeper, her thumb brushing Emily's clitoris as she worked. The girl let out a thin mew of pleasure and fear. Leonora withdrew her finger slowly, and in its place Emily felt something stunningly cold; her whole body stiffened. Leonora glanced down at her and slid the cold metal in a little further. Emily's body resisted its intrusion.
"I have to look," Leonora said quietly. "And I won't break through – virginity is too valuable a commodity to waste on a lump of stainless steel."
Emily felt her face flush crimson as Leonora bent to examine what lay within her.
She was nodding as she came back up. "She's telling the truth. Nothing's been this way before."
Emily bit her lip. "I told Mr Johnson -" she began.
Leonora's face darkened like thunder. "Haven't you been told that you only speak when spoken to?"
Emily seeing the fury in the other woman's face nodded.
Leonora ran a finger casually down over Emily's belly. "Don't forget, you signed a contract, you're ours now. If you break the rules then you will be punished. Do you understand?"
Emily nodded again, too terrified to speak.
Leonora smiled thinly and slipped the chilly metal out. Emily let out a sigh of relief, but if she thought her ordeal was over, she was wrong. Leonora's gloved fingers worked lower, trickling something cold and slick down over the tight bud of Emily's backside. Emily instinctively tensed as she felt Leonora's fingers begin to work at it, seeking entry. She sighed and slicked a little more cream over her fingers tips. "Pant," she said coldly. "Let me in. We can do this one of two ways; trust me, it's much easier if you co-operate."
Leonora had seen many girls like Emily in her years at Deuvar; and had trained or broken them all. She relished the look on their faces when they first arrived; the compelling, tremulous look of fear and anticipation. The girl on the table was unconsciously resisting her with every sinew in her prone body; but she would be swift to learn. When it came to seeking entry into this tight bud, convention as much as anything else was what prevented the girls from relinquishing control.
Emily Lawrence snapped her eyes shut as Leonora gently eased her finger through the tight circular band of muscle. Emily's body tightened around it, seemingly sucking it deeper. She would need to be stretched – her anus was far too tight for most men, though it could be that she was just tense. A fluttering pulse throbbed in Emily's throat, betraying her fear.
Leonora casually stroked the ridge of the girl's clitoris. It had already stiffened to a tight scarlet peak. Emily moaned and twisted a little under the caress; she was going to be good, responsive – frightened at the moment, but quite obviously excited.
Leonora could smell the girl's excitement growing; her nipples hardening deliciously. She rubbed the little pleasure bud again and was rewarded by the girl lifting herself a little, seeking out Leonora's finger tips. As she lifted higher Leonora drove her finger all the way into her arse. Emily gasped.
After a few seconds Leonora withdrew her finger; there was more that had to be done before Emily was ready to be taken into the training house. Leonora nodded to her two male helpers. The thick dark wedge of pubic hair had to come off, and – she glanced at the tray on the trolley – Johnson had said he wanted her pierced. One ring through the thick outer lips of her quim and one in each nipple.
Leonora turned briefly, watching the appraising eyes of the clients who had been invited to view the evening's proceedings. They wouldn't be disappointed. Business would be good after tonight's little performance with Emily Lawrence. Her presence and her virginity would excite a lot more interest.
One of the uniformed guard pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and began to swab the delicate pink aureole of Emily's nipples. The girl's eyes snapped open in sheer terror. Leonora stepped away. She always enjoyed watching her helpers at work.
Emily began to writhe as the second man moved down to rub something between her legs; the cream they used would dissolve away the thick dark hair and leave her sex as naked and vulnerable as a ripe plum. Emily let out a thin squeal of terror as the first guard pressed the cold metal piercing gun against her breast. He adjusted the head so that jaws nipped the skin tight
"No," Emily hissed. "Please!"
The second word was cut short by the explosive sound of the tiny bolt biting through the delicate flesh. The little silver ring that the piercing gun delivered flashed like a darting fish in the brilliant clinical lights. When the guard positioned the gun for a second time all that could be heard was a soft breathy sob.
Leonora smiled. The nipple rings looked superb and linked together with a fine silver chain would be a great aid to bringing Emily to heel. The room was now silent except for the soft unhappy sobs of the prone girl. Leonora looked at the clock on the clinic wall; a few more minutes and the second guard could swab away the remains of pubic hair.