Rene's Desperate Struggle
He pinned her down with sheer force and bound both of Rene’s arms to the bed. “Let go! Let go of me, you piece of trash!” She twisted her body, trying to kick her legs free, but he secured them to the bed as well—leaving her in a prone position, almost like a rear-mount hold.
“Hic… What… are you going to do this time?” Her voice trembled with fear, thick with tears. That quivering tone only excited him further. Rene kept struggling, but it was pointless. Still, if she sank too deep into despair too quickly, she might stop resisting altogether. So he deliberately kept his voice bright and cheerful.
“I’m training a bad slave who lost a bet and tried to run away.”
He moved behind her and began caressing her buttocks. “Don’t! Don’t touch me!”
—Slap! Slap! Her beautiful feet pounded uselessly against the bed, but they couldn’t hide her most intimate place. Her ass was plump and firm, neither too large nor too small—just the right size. He reached beneath it and stroked her pussy.
“How does it feel, having a man touch you there for the first time?”
“Shut up! Shut the hell up!”
He fell silent for a moment, just as she demanded—because he was about to spread her open. He pressed his fingers against her folds and parted them. He had seen her inner flesh only moments ago, yet the sight still filled him with something close to awe. Bright, vivid pink. So fresh and delicate it looked almost innocent. Her untouched pussy still held that pure, untouched pink hue, as if it had never known any intrusion. He spread her a little wider, peering deeper inside.
“Hiiik!”
Ignoring her strange cry, he examined her carefully, searching for what he hoped to find. There it was—the hymen. Some women lose theirs through rough living or daily activity, but hers was intact. Good. No need for any surgery. Satisfied, he deliberately pressed his nose against her pussy and inhaled. A faint, sour-sweet scent. Healthy. That was enough for a basic inspection, but he wanted to tease her a little more.
—Sniff, sniff.
He made a show of greedily breathing in her scent.
“Stop it! You perverted bastard!”
She twisted her hips and ass, desperately trying to escape, but with her limbs bound there was little she could do. Still… there was something oddly addictive about her scent. The soap he had given her, mixed with a faint herbal note—almost like rosemary.
“What are you doing?! Stop! Stop it! Why are you sniffing there?!”
It was a shame he couldn’t see her face. She must be mortified. Ignoring her protests, he carefully spread her again to inspect the quality of the “merchandise.” He had to be gentle—the hymen mustn’t tear. Hmm… she had decent tightness. The arrangement and number of fine and thick folds confirmed it: she was a natural-born masterpiece. He would need to make her do plenty of Kegel exercises. With training, that innate talent could become something truly exceptional.
“Don’t spread it! Don’t spread it!” Rene shouted in fury. To provoke her further, he lightly brushed her outer lips with his fingers.
“Don’t touch me! Stop! Stop it, you pervert!”
Her reaction was even more violent than expected. He smiled. Cute. While thinking that, he continued observing her pussy. Overall, it was perfect—pretty, vivid pink, with just a hint of acidity that spoke of good health. If it had been a darker shade or carried a foul odor, he would have been disappointed. But the color and scent were flawless. Well… there was one small flaw. The sparse grayish hairs on her groin. Some clients disliked body hair, so removal was necessary. He would handle that tomorrow.
With the inspection complete, he gave her groin a couple of light taps and spoke. “No matter how much you struggle, nothing will change. Poor little princess?”
It was time to begin developing her sensitivity. He needed to turn the sexually inexperienced Rene into a lewd, wanton woman. Reaching for the training cart beside the bed, he picked up a vial of aphrodisiac and uncorked it.
—Pop.
A sweet strawberry scent drifted out. Pleasant. Anticipating both the aphrodisiac’s effect and the expressions Rene would soon show, he began applying it generously to her pussy.
“Ugh… It’s cold… What are you putting on me?!”
Ignoring her, he focused on his work. Tilting the bottle, he carefully worked the liquid inside her folds as well, making sure every drop was applied without waste.
“Ugh… Stop… What exactly are you trying to do?”
Her body was beginning to react. Her clitoris looked slightly swollen. “I’m simply punishing a slave who tried to run away on her own.”
While speaking, he took out today’s highlight: the tickling cream. He spread it thoroughly over her buttocks.
“No! You’re the one who kidnapped someone… Hngh…”
Her rear hole—the organ of excretion—was also exposed. The thought of applying cream there sounded amusing. He scooped some onto his index finger and began rubbing it around her anus.
“Kyaaah! W-Why there?!”
Ignoring her startled cry, he pushed his finger inside.
“Hnnngh! What are you doing?! Pervert! Pervert!”
He enjoyed her bizarre, rejecting moans. Her anus was tight—completely inexperienced, as expected. She was a noble and a virgin; it would have been surprising if she had any anal experience. Using the cream as lubricant, he inserted his finger up to the first knuckle. It was tighter than he had anticipated.
“Haah… Ah… Hngh… Stop…”
Soft moans were beginning to escape her. The aphrodisiac was taking effect. But he spoke in a deliberately incredulous tone, his expression one of mild contempt, as if he had never seen such a pervert before.
“Are you feeling it from your excretory hole right now?”
He insulted her while watching her reaction. It had been an impulsive idea, but it seemed like it would be fun.
“I’m not feeling anything! You pervert! Take your finger out already!”
Rene’s reaction was refreshingly honest. She tried to struggle, but with her limbs bound, all she could do was twitch her spread buttocks. The sight of such a beautiful, angelic girl only able to wiggle her ass like that… almost looked like she was tempting him.
“Every time you struggle, your ass moves so cutely.”
Anal play wasn’t on today’s agenda. Pushing too hard on the first day might break her. So… he would take it slow. Look forward to it, Rene.
“Pervert… Ugh… You’re the worst…”
He gently rubbed her anus with his index finger.
“Ugh… It tickles… Stop it…”
Her voice had lost some of its venom, sounding more like a young girl’s. He smiled brightly. “Do you really think I’ll stop just because you say it tickles, Miss Rene?”
“…..Ugh.”
She let out a short, gloomy sound. The tickling effect was beginning to manifest. Tickling and pleasure were separated by a razor’s edge. He would use that to develop the sensitivity of her rear while also fostering self-loathing. Now, shall we begin? From here on, it was real training. No more playful mood.
He took a small box from his pocket. Inside was a single-lens monocle wrapped in cloth—a gift from his master upon his independence. He fitted it over his left eye and muttered to himself. It was time to become a true artisan. Like a sculptor working marble, not a single mistake could be tolerated. One error could undo hours of effort. Like an artist agonizing over how to bring out the subject’s instincts into conscious awareness, he pondered how to make Rene’s body betray her mind. Then he picked up the massager in one hand and approached her.
—Vrrrrrrrr.
The vibrator buzzed violently. Rene’s body flinched at the sound.
“Are you… hngh… going to do that again like before… Haaah!”
As she spoke, he pressed the vibrator firmly against her clitoris and tapped the rim of the monocle. Small text appeared on the lens. Watching her thighs tremble, numbers began to rise.
“Ugh…”
Rene tried desperately to suppress her moans. Ignoring her, he checked the readings.
Excitement: 40% | Climax: 65%
He decided to keep it light today—aim for 80%. Overstimulating her too early might make her fear the sensation. The monocle displayed her excitement and climax levels while he watched the deer-like girl trembling beneath him. When her excitement reached 70%, her body shook violently.
“Haaaaah!”
She reached climax. The pressure inside her pussy must have forced some of the aphrodisiac back out, trickling down her thighs.
“Stop it! Stop it!”
A light orgasm began at 70%. The gauge rose even faster, hitting 77%.
“Stop it! There! It’s tingling! Please stop!”
Listening to her screams, he checked the numbers again. Her excitement had already reached 80%.
“Kyaaaaah! Aaaah! Stop! I’m dying! I’m going to die!”
Rene’s moans were nearly screams. She seemed terrified by her first orgasm. The horrifying situation and unnatural bodily reactions must be frightening. But he had no intention of stopping. She wasn’t going to die from an orgasm.
“Haaah!”
Her hips bucked wildly, thighs spreading. A fine spray of liquid squirted from her pussy like a water pistol. Then her excitement dropped back to 0%. He lifted the vibrator away.
“Haa… Haa… Ugh…”
She seemed weaker than before, likely from the shock of her first climax. But that wasn’t important right now. He needed to imprint the sensation of orgasm onto her instincts and body. Only then would she never forget that pleasure. Breathing roughly, Rene lay there as he brought the vibrator back to her pussy and stimulated her clitoris once more.
“Haaaaah!”
Since she had just come, her sensitive clitoris might interpret the stimulation as pain. He poured more aphrodisiac over her pussy.
—Gush, gush, gush!
—Vrrrr!
The liquid would act as lubricant, reducing the intense friction from the vibrator. He savored the sound of liquid flowing from the bottle, the vibrator’s loud buzzing, and her cries mingled together while focusing on the numbers displayed on the monocle. Her excitement was rising again—now at 65%.
“Ugh… Ah… No…! What… what is this?!”
She seemed bewildered by the unfamiliar sensation. Her excitement climbed to 70%. Her back arched like a bow. Confirming she had reached a light climax, he turned the vibrator off. One orgasm was enough. Moderate stimulation produced the highest quality results. She would need time to distinguish between her first orgasm and this lighter one.
While she basked in the afterglow, he gently tickled her buttocks.
“Hiiik! Don’t touch me!”
Her body trembled. She couldn’t even control herself properly, lost in the lingering pleasure. Her excitement reading: 0%. He turned the vibrator back on and pressed it against her clitoris again.
“Ugh… Stop… Please stop…”
Her excitement rose very slowly. Probably because she had already come three times. In a gentle voice, he insulted her while she grew aroused. That was how to cultivate a masochistic tendency.
“You came quite spectacularly earlier, didn’t you? Your pussy gushed so much I thought you were wetting yourself again.”
“Shut… up… I’m really… going to kill you… Hngh…”
Pairing insults with arousal made it easier to develop masochistic tendencies—like Pavlov’s dog. When her excitement reached 69.9%, he turned the vibrator off. Then he raised the hand that had been tickling her ass and—
—Smack!
He gave her a light slap.
“Kyaa!”
—Smack!
“S-Stop it!”
Many people mistakenly believed masochists were born that way. But with proper training, even an ordinary person could be turned into one. He struck her a few more times, leaving Rene’s pale buttocks faintly flushed. Blood rushed to the sensitive area, making it even more responsive. When he gently tickled the reddened skin with his fingertips—
“Ugh!”
—her excitement instantly shot to 70%, and her body trembled slightly. The way to teach the pleasure of spanking was to stimulate skin already flushed and hypersensitive from impact. This would plant the association between pain and pleasure. He let her enjoy the afterglow for a moment.
“Haa… Haa…”
Rene panted heavily. Then—
—Smack!
“Kyaah!”
She let out a girlish scream when he slapped her ass again. Ah… this was pure bliss. He was so glad he had become a trainer.
“This must be your first time experiencing something like this… climaxing while getting your ass spanked. You’re a complete perverted bitch, aren’t you?”