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'57' Ch. 01

By: Gnash58



This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not based on real life.

I've chosen to list this story in the SciFi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. There will be a substantial BDSM in the story however, especially in future chapters. This chapter is a bit light on the sexual action though, so if you're looking for a quick fix, this may not be your thing.

I want to thank a former submissive of mine (who wishes to remain nameless) for her contributions to writing this story. Her insights and feedback have been invaluable to me as is her continued friendship.



'57' Ch. 01



She let her hand trail slowly down her abdomen. The skin felt warm and smooth as it slipped under her palm. She continued the sweep out to the side and along the curve of her hip, enjoying the feel of the gentle caress. She exhaled slowly, closed her eyes and concentrated on the tactile sensations. Her sense of touch seemed so sensitive now. She corrected herself, not just sensitive, sensual. Just touching her bare skin brought a frisson of erotic pleasure. It was as if her whole body had become an erogenous zone.

With a relaxed sigh, she opened her eyes. Steering her caressing hand toward the front of her pelvis, she used the tip of her index finger to rub along her newly discovered tattoo. It felt no different from the surrounding skin. She wasn't sure if she should be disappointed in that. Everything else had been so strange and out of her experience, shouldn't her new mark have some mysterious property too?

She shifted her attention and focused on what was visible of her genitals. She was unsure if she'd been modified there or not since she'd never seen them in a shorn state -- at least not since entering puberty. In addition, her upbringing had stressed that those parts of her were "dirty" and she wasn't to inspect them too closely. That could lead to "sin". She was intimately familiar with how her parts felt though -- her fingers had furtively explored there many times. She was hesitant to do that now, though. If simply playing with her nipples had produced such a strong reaction, she could hardly imagine what would happen if she touched herself "down there". Putting that inspection off for now would probably be best, she decided.

She glanced down at the hospital gown on the floor about her feet. She was reluctant to put it back on. It made her feel too much like a patient and less like a person... and she desperately wanted to feel like a real person at this moment. Stepping out of it, she wandered over to the shelves, her naked feet padding silently across the cool tile floor. As she had observed before, white towels and other linen were stacked there.

There was a splash of color on one of the lower shelves however, something that was deep blue and shimmered. She tentatively reached out to run her fingers over the fabric. It felt as smooth and sensual as it looked. She pulled it from the shelf and let it unfurl in a silent cascade to reveal a short silk robe. The breath caught in her throat at the thought of wearing such a beautiful and decadent garment. She slipped it over her shoulders and slid her arms down the wide sleeves. She'd never felt such a sensual piece of clothing. It gently caressed her in its silky embrace. She pulled the lapels closed, feeling the slick fabric glide over her nipples, and cinched the waist closed with a black silk belt.

She turned to examine her reflection once more. The fabric of the robe shimmered in a lovely way. The wide sleeves came about to her elbows and the hemline stopped at mid-thigh. All in all, it was quite a sexy outfit she thought to herself, and she felt a tingle in her nether regions as she contemplated her image.

She felt restless however and slipped out of the bathroom and into the main room once more. Prowling around the perimeter of the room, she searched for any anomalies. Finding nothing of significance, she sat on the edge of the bed to think. There was one avenue of information that she hadn't explored yet.

"Hello?" she said out loud. "Diana, are you there?"

"Yes I am," Diana's voice answered. "How may I assist you, 57?"

"I'm not sure," 57 replied. "This is all so foreign to me that I don't really know where to start."

"Then just ask the first thing that you think of and I'll answer it if I'm permitted."

"OK. Where am I and who are you people?"

"The location of this facility is one of the things I'm not permitted to tell you. Those of us in the employ of the group that runs this place simply refer to it as 'The Corporation' or 'The Corp'. It actually is comprised of several entities with various names but are all under the supervision of The Corp."

Diana continued, "The Corp has access to several advanced technologies such as those that created you and me. Its principals prefer to keep the existence of those technologies a secret."

"You and me?" asked 57. "You mean you're a clone like me?"

"No," Diana replied, "not like you. I'm an AI or artificial intelligence. My name, Diana, stands for Digital Intelligence and Neurobiologic Amalgam. I'm part computer and part biological. Think of it as a brain wired to a computer... although that's only a very loose description of what I actually am."

"Why am I here?"

"You're here because it was determined that Lindsey possesses aptitudes, traits, and talents that the Corp finds valuable. Of course, those talents that you inherited from her haven't been fully realized yet and you will require instruction to reach your full potential."

"Talents? Traits?" 57 paused, "I'm thinking you may have me confused with someone else. I'm a mediocre person...I don't think I have one thing that I'm super talented at. I do a reasonable job at work, an alright job at home, but I'm nothing special."

"I can attest that you actually do have talents. I've been intimately involved in your selection and preparation up to this point, so I know this. You may not be aware of them, or if you are, may not think of them as something valuable, but rest assured that our research has been very thorough."

"Well...what are they? What were you looking for when you chose me? If I'm not who I think I am. If I'm not Lindsey James, then why do I feel as if I am her? For example, why do I remember falling and injuring my knee when I was a kid and the resulting scar...yet I can see that scar is NOT on my knee where it should be?"

Her last question had came out as a high pitched squeak. 57 knew she was on the edge of a panic attack. This was all so surreal! She desperately fought the urge to curl up on the bed in a fetal position and scream for it all to go away. She took a deep, shuddering breath, her need for answers finally overcoming her fear enough to listen to what Diana was saying.

After waiting patiently for 57 to regain her equilibrium, Diana continued as if nothing had happened, "To put it in the simplest terms, you have an aptitude for submission. Not just an aptitude, but a deep need and desire to submit. The situation that Lindsey is in, however, would never have allowed her to develop to her full potential. She feels trapped and stifled. There's no way she can see out of her current situation. In fact, she, and you through her, feel that those desires are wrong and "sinful". The Corp, however, finds those possessing these qualities to be extremely valuable to our clients. With training, you will come to see their worth too."

"As you just demonstrated by mastering your fear," Diana stated, "you also have a very strong mind and will. You're able to assess situations an adjust accordingly. This flexibility is desirable in anyone, but is especially valuable in someone in your situation. In other words, you're intelligent and adaptable. This is also something that's been stifled in your past. We plan to push you to expand those abilities too. The common belief among the "vanilla" population is that submissives are weak-willed and easily controlled. Those who actually participate in that lifestyle know that is almost never the case. It takes a strong will to hold onto your personality as a sub."

"As to why you feel you're Lindsey -- your memories and personality are hers. We recorded them and downloaded them into this new body. This body is Lindsey's too in a way, at least it's based on her DNA. It's been tweaked and enhanced however. You've already seen and experienced some of those enhancements."

"So one of these enhancements is how sensitive my body is now?", 57 asked.

"Yes," Diana answered, "That is one enhancement. We also re-wired things slightly to route some those sensations to the sexual part of your brain. Thus, when you're touched, you get turned on. This response is normal in most people, but we've boosted the effect it has on you."

"How is that even possible? Technology like you've described would be earth shattering news..."

"As I stated before, the Corp prefers to keep its technology a secret," Diana answered matter-of-factually.

"So, what other enhancements have been done to me?"

"Those will be revealed to you when your instructors deem the time to be appropriate," Diana replied.

57 paused a moment to digest what she'd been told, then decided to move on to another subject. "Why am I only a number?" she asked as she fingered the collar around her neck. "It makes me feel a bit... dehumanized to not have a name, and, truthfully, a bit angry. What I mean is that you already went through all this trouble to make me and yet you leave me unfinished?"

"Yes, you are unfinished. As I said before, you have potential. It hasn't yet been realized. The next stage is training and refinement. What you are now is a starting point-- raw clay to be molded, not a finished product. You have to earn the right to be considered more. Being allowed to have a name is recognition that you've achieved some of that goal. I suggest you channel your anger into helping you along that path and not allowing it to, instead, hinder your progress."

"I was merely being honest...not antagonistic," 57 replied, "This training -- it will happen with or without my consent?"

"Yes it will," said Diana, "Sir was telling you the truth before when he said you were property. The Corp created you and it owns you. This is not a democracy. You don't get a vote. That is your first lesson and I suggest you learn it quickly. It will make your life much less... difficult.

57's mind registered shock at this revelation. She truly was property; a piece of meat to these people. Alongside this shock though, she was surprised to find that she was also excited... sexually excited. What kind of sick, twisted person am I? she wondered to herself.

"OK, when does this training begin, and what does it involve?"

"You're to be transferred to the training facility tonight. As to what is involved, I'll leave it to your instructors to give you that information since it's their area of expertise."

"This may sound childish," 57 said softly with her eyes downcast. She absentmindedly smoothed the silk fabric of the robe along her thighs, "but I am really feeling the need for companionship, at least in the sense that I need someone to talk to and maybe relax and laugh with. Will I only be allowed to talk to you or will there be others like myself being trained?"

There are a few others in the facility undergoing training. Whether you get to interact with them is up to your instructors. Good behavior is key in determining how many privileges you are allowed to have. As with your name, privileges must be earned.





'57' Ch. 01



She stared at the mundane objects before her and the juxtaposition of their everyday normality with the strangeness of what had happened to her caused a surprising reaction -- she began to laugh. Once she started, she couldn't stop. She laughed until there were tears coming from her eyes and she was gasping for breath. Finally, the laughter subsided and she realized it had been a release for all the pent-up tension that she'd been carrying as her brain had tried to deal with her situation.

She dabbed her eyes with a paper napkin from the bag, and let herself think about what Sir had told her. Yes, she had had fantasies of being abducted and made into a slave. That didn't necessarily mean she had wanted them to happen in reality. Lots of women had rape fantasies, that didn't mean they wanted to be raped in real life. What she did know was that Lindsey had been dissatisfied with her life. She'd felt trapped. She'd felt smothered. She'd needed a change. This much change though... turning her whole world upside down -- that was more than she had asked for. But as Diana had told her, she didn't have any choice in the matter. She was on this path whether she wanted it or not.

She felt the RV shiver as the engine started. Then she felt it begin to move. 57 stared at her hands and tried to get a handle on her jumbled thoughts. Foremost among those thoughts was wondering what the future had in store.



'57' Ch. 02



This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not real, although some of the characters have been loosely patterned after people I know.

I've chosen to list this story in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. There will be a substantial amount of BDSM in the story however; just a friendly warning, in case that's not your thing.

I want to thank a former submissive of mine (who wishes to remain anonymous) for her contributions to writing this story. Her insights and feedback have been invaluable to me as is her continued friendship.

A good portion of the dialog of this series was originally written as a role-play between my friend and me, thus the back and forth narrative nature and dual points of view of many parts of the story.

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57 woke from a troubled sleep. Sitting up, she noticed that the RV no longer seemed to be moving. She wasn't sure how long she'd slept. At some point in her journey, she'd completely lost track of time. In the windowless space, she couldn't tell day from night and, in fact, she'd not even seen the sun since her strange "rebirth". There had been a few other times when the vehicle had stopped, but it had always started moving again shortly afterward. She assumed they were refueling stops and such.

She'd found that her initial impression of the vehicle's interior hadn't been quite accurate. There actually was more to her transport than just a table and sleeping platform. There was a concealed refrigerator with various foods that didn't require cooking and a small bathroom area that opened with the press of a button. There wasn't much to keep her mind occupied though and she'd found herself becoming bored. That surprised her. You'd think that after what she'd been through and told about what was going to happen, she'd be climbing the walls trying to get out or scared out of her mind. Granted, she had felt like climbing the walls, but more from boredom than anything else.

57 jumped as the voice of Diana broke her silent contemplation, "Hello, 57. We've arrived at your destination. Welcome to the training facility. You're instructed to exit this vehicle, walk to the front entrance of the house, and wait inside the foyer to meet with your trainer. I would suggest that you neither deviate from your task nor keep him waiting." With that pronouncement, the door to the RV swung silently open.

Standing up, 57 nervously tucked her tee-shirt into the top of her jeans. She took one last look around the interior of her vehicle and then stepped out of the door onto red brick pavement. She found herself in a courtyard facing a large house that appeared to have been taken straight from the stories of the antebellum South. Part of her mind found it somewhat humorous that a slave training facility would look like a southern plantation. It seemed a bit over the top or perhaps it was just that someone in the Corp had a twisted sense of humor.

57 found that she wasn't in the mood to meekly follow orders. Instead, she turned to the left and walked along the side of the RV toward the driver's compartment. Trying to look in the side windows, she was thwarted by darkly tinted glass. She figured she could look through the windshield, but as she continued to walk forward, her legs became leaden and it began to feel like she was walking against a swift river current. Remembering what "Sir" had told her about the paralysis modification that had been made to her, she resignedly reversed her course. Coming even with the side door on the RV once more, she turned to face the house and began walking slowly in the direction that she'd been instructed.

From a balcony above the courtyard, two people observed 57's arrival. One, a tall, well-built man dressed in leather pants and a black tee-shirt. The other, a voluptuous woman who appeared to be of Italian descent. Her uniform was a bit more daring than the man's, it consisted of stiletto heels, a lace bra, silk thong panties, a garter belt, and sheer black hose -- other than the hose, everything was red with black accents.

"I'm going to need your assistance with this one, Serafina," the man said as his eyes followed 57. "I've been told she has great potential, but she's completely untrained."

The woman let her eyes drift from her observation of 57 to the man and then back. "You know I am always happy to assist you in any way I can, Sir," she replied in a lightly Italian-accented, sultry voice, "and if I may say so, this one looks... deliziosa," she said with a smile.

"Well, it's good you think so, since a significant portion of your participation in her training will be to introduce her to new 'tastes'," the man said with a chuckle, "We know she has the proclivities, but she's repressed them. One of the main goals of her instruction will be the breaking down of these barriers. I'll introduce you to her soon. Have Diana give you a general rundown of her history and psychological profile when you get the chance." He turned toward her, looked her in the eyes, and ran his fingers through her the long curls of her hair, "I know you won't disappoint me, Fina."

Serafina purred, "Of course not, Sir. As I said, serving you is always my pleasure."

"I see she is not totally meek and compliant, though," Serafina commented as she watched 57 take her side trip toward the front of the RV.

"Neither is she an out-and-out rebel," the man countered. "She's testing her limits but not getting hysterical -- showing some backbone, tempered by intelligence. I like trainees that have a brain. I want my pupils to understand why they do things, not simply obey blindly. The brainless and spineless, I'll leave to Greta."

Turning to the woman he said, "You're dismissed for now, Serafina. I'll let you know when I'm ready for you to play your role. It's time for me to put our newest trainee in her place."

"Yes Sir. I almost envy her being able to experience all of this for the first time. Of course, she probably will not see it that way." Serafina said with a musical little laugh.

Their meeting broke up and the man made his leisurely way to the staircase leading to ground level. He was in no rush. It was always best to impress upon new trainees the value of patience.

57 had been waiting nervously in the foyer for approximately five minutes. She was doing her best to retain her composure, but she still fidgeted and shifted her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. The urge to pace was almost overpowering, but she thought that probably wouldn't be a wise choice. She was going to play the good girl for now since, at this time, her captors held all the cards.

She stopped her fidgeting and straightened up when she saw a man coming down the hallway. He was of an indeterminate middle age, about six feet tall, blond, had a swimmer's build, and was dressed all in black. He approached and walked in a slow circle around her, not saying a word. She remembered the similar inspection at her previous location and tried to do now as she had been instructed then; she stood at attention and picked a spot on the wall to concentrate on.

After completing the slow circuit, the man broke the silence, "Welcome to your new home while you're being trained, 57. I'm Master Evan and I'm in charge of your instruction. You, however, will address me only as "Trainer". You haven't yet earned the right to use my real name. You're on the bottom rung of the ladder here, and you can expect to be treated that way. Even the cooks and cleaning staff outrank you. You can accept it or fight against it, but it won't change the reality of your situation, only the amount and type of discipline that is meted out. Am I making myself clear?"

Her heart felt like it was going to hammer out of her chest. His commanding voice intimidated her, but she also couldn't quell a flutter of excitement deep in the pit of her stomach. As she forced her body back into the remembered positioning with her hands behind her back, she dug her fingers into her forearms, her knuckles going almost white with the force of her nervous grip. Being told that she was the lowest of the low was certainly a daunting prospect, and only added to her nervousness. She tried her best to keep her inner turmoil hidden though, and appear outwardly calm and collected.

"Y-yes Trainer," 57 replied. She couldn't quite keep the quaver out of her voice, but that seemed inevitable considering the state of her nerves combined with the fact that she'd not really used her voice much at all since her "rebirth". She was actually surprised that she was able to get out more than a squeak.

 "Let me elaborate on what that means," Evan continued. "It means that if someone has a task for you to do and I've not already set you one, you do it. If someone wants to cop a feel or give your ass a swat, they're allowed. I'm not saying that someone can just throw you down and have sex with you, but fondling by the staff is accepted and encouraged. They view it as a perk of their employment. I also view it as a training tool since it helps you to know your place. In addition, I expect you to be well mannered and thank them for any such attention they give you."

While, intellectually, she was aghast at how she could be used as a sexual plaything, the flame of sexual desire in her stomach burned even more brightly as she contemplated what such treatment might entail. She was grateful random strangers couldn't force her into sex, but her mind still struggled to accept that she could be callously used. She concentrated on taking one breath after the other, using the relaxation tricks she'd taught herself. Anything can be accomplished, she repeated in her mind, you just have to take one step at a time.

"Understood Trainer," 57 was proud that her voice sounded less shaky and unsure even though, internally, her thoughts were still terribly chaotic. She didn't know if she was allowed to ask questions yet, but she chewed her lip and decided to plunge ahead anyway. Her need for information outweighed her fear of punishment. She thought to herself that it was better to find out now how much freedom she had to question her trainer. In a timid voice she asked, "May I ask a question, Trainer?"

"Go ahead, 57"

"Trainer, what if you have set me to a task and someone else comes to me with another? Whose do I do first? And...how do I know if a person has the right...or permission to take me sexually...will I know? Are people trustworthy here?" She bit her lip almost hard enough to break the skin in order to limit the flow of her questions. She didn't want to start babbling. The sharp pain gave her something to focus on and she managed to quiet her racing heart somewhat.

"Firstly, my instructions to you always take precedence over anything anyone else tells you to do. If someone tries to turn you from a task I've set for you, you're to politely inform them that you're following the instructions of your trainer and are unable to do as they ask. This is a hard and fast rule and everyone here knows it. As to sex, you're not allowed to participate in any sexual activity whatsoever without my knowledge and consent. That includes masturbation, by the way. To put it bluntly, I am the gatekeeper to your holes, and no one gets in unless I say they do... including you. Anyone who tries to break that rule will be gone from this facility as soon as I find out about it... and have no doubt, I will find out about it."

"Yes Trainer, you are perfectly understood," her face blushed crimson as she remembered how sensitive her nipples were and how easy it had been for her to climax.

"But...what if-what if I, uhh..." She trailed off slowly, at a loss for words since she's never discussed such personal issues with anyone. Her face turned a darker shade of crimson that spread quickly to her ears and neck. She couldn't make herself say the words, and her tongue felt like it was in knots as the rest of her question petered out into silence. She struggled inwardly to continue while taking a deep breath to steady her nerves.

Master Evan locked eyes with her, "If you have a question, 57, I recommend you ask it. Making assumptions is one of the quickest ways to get yourself in trouble. If something isn't clear to you, I consider it your duty to ask for clarification. As to being embarrassed, you need to get over it. You have no secrets from me -- none whatsoever. The Corp has given you to me to train. Right now, I own you, body and soul. I take my responsibilities to the Corp very seriously and you should take your commitment to your training equally seriously. So... out with it."

She started to curse, something she did only rarely and only when frustrated about something but, even as the foul word was on the tip of her tongue, she managed to bite it back. Cursing at her instructor seemed an extremely foolhardy thing to do. She was pretty sure that would be a major offense worthy of major punishment. Taking another deep breath, she tried calm herself as much as she could before she spoke, "I um, my bre-nipples...they're very sensitive. I've f-found that stimulating them can make me cum, very quickly." As she spoke, her voice got softer and softer, her voice nearly a whisper by the end of her sentence. Her eyes had shifted from the spot on the wall, to Master Evan, then down to the floor as heat had flooded her body with acute embarrassment.

"Understandable," Evan answered, ignoring her embarrassment. "Let me use an analogy; your new body is like Formula One race car. Up to this point, all your driving experience has been in a used family sedan. It's going to take some time to learn control. That's going to be a big part of your training. Until that time, you may have some accidents. When you do, I expect you to report them to me."

"Yes, Trainer. Thank you, Trainer," she answered quietly, still staring at the toes of her shoes.

"Have your questions been answered sufficiently?" Evan asked her after giving her a minute to digest what she'd been told.

"Yes, Trainer," 57 found she was experiencing conflicting emotions when it came to Master Evan. On the one hand, she found him powerfully arousing, on the other she was intimidated by him in the extreme. Fear and lust combined to make it hard to think in his presence. He affected her in a way no other man had in her previous experience. She struggled to keep her mind on their conversation and not on her emotions.

"Good," Evan said in a business-like voice. "In that case, we'll move on to the next item on the agenda. Could you tell me what Diana told you when you arrived here?"

57 thought for a moment, and was amazed that she was able to pull the words verbatim from her memory. Though she paraphrased a bit, she enumerated the main points of Diana's message, "I was told to exit the vehicle, go to the front entrance, then to wait inside the entrance hall to meet with you. Diana also warned me to neither keep you waiting nor to deviate from what I was told to do..." As she finished, she began to see where Master Evan was taking this.

"How well, in your estimation, did you follow those instructions, 57?" Master Evan asked smoothly.

"Um... I got sidetracked, Trainer. I won't try to excuse myself because there should be no excuses, but I do apologize." Her cheeks reddened perceptibly and she couldn't help but grit her teeth in frustration and embarrassment. Was she not even allowed curiosity for curiosities sake?

"Sidetracked?" Evan said as he quirked his eyebrow at her. "So I'm to assume you have the attention span of 10 year old? Does this mean I'm going to have to hide all shiny objects in the future to keep you on task?" he asked sarcastically and then turned his penetrating gaze on her, "Tell me the truth. Are you saying you had no other motivation for not following your instructions?"

She was confused by this line of questioning, but ultimately, he was her trainer and she'd been instructed to tell him everything, so she did, "I didn't want to do what I was told, and I was curious as to who or what might have been in the front of the vehicle...so I decided to try to get a look at the inside of the front seat," 57 wasn't sure why this was important, and she hated having to explain herself. She hadn't obeyed her orders and, in her opinion, that was all that mattered. From her memories as Lindsey, she knew she wasn't used to explaining her motivations and it was reflected in the tone of her voice. Lindsey had simply and stoically accepted whatever punishment she'd been told she deserved. She'd come to think of it as a silent "fuck you" to the authoritarians in her life -- they could abuse her body but her thoughts and motivations were hers alone.

Evan, however, continued asking questions, "So there was an element of defiance in what you did? Would you say that such purposeful disobedience is worthy of punishment?"

"I won't lie, Trainer...Yes, there was defiance," she replied, still feeling a bit indignant. She had all these memories of being free to do as she wished. Yet, in this new incarnation, they immediately impressed upon her that she wasn't who she thought she was and that she was property. Surely they couldn't expect her to be completely, immediately compliant -- a doormat? She concentrated on her thoughts, quite unaware that she had actually said out loud what had been running through her head.

"To follow orders willingly and to the best of their ability is one of the signature skills submissives must learn, 57. Can you see how your failure to do so would disappoint me?"

"In addition," Evan continued, "You only answered half of my question. I ask you again; given what you've been told of your situation and the instructions Diana relayed to you, would you think your defiant behavior is acceptable or something worthy of punishment?"

57's fingers dug into her forearms again. It surprised her that she'd felt a pang of shame and regret when her trainer had expressed disappointment in her. She collected her thoughts and answered, "Honestly Trainer, that's a difficult question. I don't know all of your rules and I don't know how strictly they're enforced. If it's policy to punish a person for any disobedience, then it is your job to fulfill that, I assume. Everything that I have been told so far has indicated that I have no say in the matter. Truthfully, I don't see the purpose of this line of questioning. I screwed up and now you punish me for it. It's simple cause and effect," She knew she was being rather bitchy and still not answering his question. Mainly, she was pissed off because a big part of her wanted or even needed the punishment in some way. That confused her. She'd been kept so off balance since this all started that she hadn't been able to find any anchor point for her thoughts and emotions. In essence, she felt that she was floundering in a sea of unfamiliarity.

Evan answered calmly, ignoring her bitchiness, "For one thing, no one said your training would be easy. For another, I'm the sole arbiter of the rules. There's no policy other than what I decide. I determine what deserves punishment and how severe it will be. But I also want your understanding of and participation in the process. You need to understand the rules and what it means to obey them. I don't want you to be an automaton. I'm pretty sure that, deep down, this resonates with you. I know you have a need to submit, but have neither the frame of reference nor experience to know how to achieve that goal. I'm here to give you that framework. Now, again, would you care to answer the question?"

57 tried to put herself in a parental mindset in order to determine whether or not punishment was necessary, but she already knew the answer. She thought back to Lindsey's experiences with punishments. As a child, she had been raised with an iron fist, a "spare the rod spoil the child" mentality. She felt that most of the punishments meted out to her at that time had been capricious and harshly out of proportion to her actual infractions. Later, as a rebellious teenager, those harsher punishments may even have been justified -- at least in the dogmatic, fundamentalist framework her parents inhabited. She met Master Evan's gaze and said grudgingly, "I would say that if you could find a punishment that fits the crime then, yes, punishment should be forthcoming," She hated giving that answer because, even though her heart said that she deserved it, punishments were, by definition, unpleasant.




'57' Ch. 02



Evan smiled inwardly. 57's infraction was turning into an excellent teaching opportunity and way to get her to participate actively in her training. He stepped in front of her, looked her in the eyes and said, "I'm glad to see that you're starting to understand the need for rules and discipline, 57. Since you mentioned it, do you have a suggestion as to what punishment would fit this crime? As I previously stated, I want your active participation in the training process."

57 lowered her head, stared at her shoes, and addressed the floor, "I wouldn't presume to know what punishment best suits the situation I have found myself in, Trainer. I can't help but agree with you that I lack the knowledge to give you an informed answer. Therefore, I must leave it up to you."

"In that case, I'll give you a choice. You may pick the type of punishment you will receive. The choice is simple..." Master Evan held out a hand, palm up and said, "pain or..." He raised his other hand palm up as if he were holding two objects for her to inspect, "pleasure." After taking a moment to let that sink in, he added, "Realize, however, that your punishment will take place in public, no matter which you choose."

Color rose in her cheeks and it suddenly felt all too hot in the room for her tastes. Her pulse quickened as fear caused adrenaline to surge through her system. In an attempt to calm herself down, she took slow, deep breaths. The thought of either of those options in a public setting was mortifying to her. She debated internally for a few moments, trying her hardest not to take too long before answering. A quietly uttered "Pleasure" was all she could get out before she clamped down on the inside of her cheek with her teeth.

Evan looked her up and down, nodded, and said, "Alright. Follow me." Then, without another glance, walked down the hall toward the interior of the house.

Willing herself to move, 57 followed. She could feel her heart rate increasing with each step, but this time she couldn't do anything about it. Her thoughts were too jumbled to allow her to exercise any real control of her emotional state. Part of her was curious, though. Her experience with punishment had always involved either pain, humiliation, or both. Punishment through pleasure seemed to be a contradiction in terms and curiosity was the main reason she had chosen that option. Thinking about pleasure, she once more became keenly aware of her shirt brushing across her nipples and her pants rubbing against her crotch. She could feel her excitement rising in spite of her fear of punishment in general.

57's instructor led her through the house toward the back. At last he pushed open a wide swinging door and she followed him into what appeared to be a kitchen. Four people we there in the midst of preparing a meal. Even though she was nervous, the smells made 57's stomach growl as she realized she hadn't eaten in a while.

Evan stopped, cleared his throat, and addressed the cooking staff, "Good afternoon, everyone. As you can see, we have a new trainee. Sadly, she has already found it difficult to follow directions and needs to be set straight. Since I've decided she requires a public punishment, feel free to take a break and observe, if your duties allow it." He then turned his attention to 57 as she stood meekly at his side and said sternly, "Slave, remove your clothing."

57 hadn't thought she could blush any brighter, but at those words, she felt a flash of heat over her whole body. For a moment, she couldn't move as her thought processes all but shut down from panic. Finally, she closed her eyes and, with trembling fingers, grasped the hem of her t-shirt and hesitantly pulled it up and over her head, slowly revealing her smooth, alabaster skin and firm breasts to those watching.

Fighting against the nearly irresistible urge to cover herself, she lowered her hands to the waistband of her jeans, undid the button, and grabbed the tab of the zipper. The soft scritch as she pulled it down seemed almost deafening to her in the silence. She could feel the onlooker's eyes being drawn in anticipation to the site of the noise as they waited for her to finish revealing her nakedness. 57's hands were shaking visibly as, with an almost inaudible moan of mortification, she slowly pushed the material of her jeans past her hips and down her thighs, finally stepping out of them once she had them around her ankles.

Evan looked with disdain at the clothes spread about 57's feet. "Pick those up, fold them neatly, and place them on the chair, Slave. Surely you don't expect others to pick up after you."

Temper flaring yet again, she bit down hard enough on the inside of her cheek to draw a bit of blood. Tasting iron, she said nothing. She crouched down to pick up the garments instead of bending forward, in order to conceal her nakedness as much as possible. Picking up the clothes from the floor, she held them against her chest as she walked to the chair. Once there, she reluctantly relinquished her covering again and folded them neatly as instructed.

"The shoes too, Slave," Evan told her as he pointed at her feet.

57 kicked off her shoes, knelt down, picked them up, and placed them neatly on top of the stack of clothes. Now totally naked, she turned and faced the onlookers.

"Stand at attention, 57. Let everyone have a good look," Evan said to her. Addressing the others in the room he continued, "Feel free to come up and inspect our newest acquisition, everyone."

The cooking staff crowded around her and 57 felt their hands explore her body. An older woman placed her hand over 57's heart and said, "Her heart's beating like a little captured bird!" Another brushed fingers across her nipple and commented, "Mmmm, look at how hard these are." A male slipped his hand between her thighs and said, "She may act scared but this cunt is awfully wet. I think she's enjoying this."

Instinct was hard to deny. Her inner thighs trembled with the overpowering need to close her legs to the invading touches, but somehow she kept them open and her eyes trained on an imaginary spot she found on the wall. The touches were arousing to her, she couldn't deny that...and along with this arousal she felt great shame that strangers were able touch her so intimately and make her body respond against her will. The worst part though, was the fact that they knew it and talked about her as if she wasn't even there! Nearly overwhelmed by the humiliation, she felt a tear leak from her eye and trace a solitary path down her cheek. Everything was happening so fast and she simply wished she could have some time to adjust, but it seemed that these people either didn't understand that need or, more likely, didn't care.

"Okay, step back everyone," Evan said after letting the fondling proceed for a bit. "57, I want you on your back on that table over there. It's time for the pleasure part of your punishment. I assume you've masturbated before... give us all a demonstration."

57's eyes went wide and she stared open-mouthed at her instructor. "What?!" was all she managed to squeak out.

"You heard me, Slave. I know you're not deaf," Evan answered. "Get your ass up on that table, spread your legs, and get your hand between them. Show us how you get yourself off. I'll warn you though, you're not allowed to cum unless I give you permission and you have done little to convince me that you deserve it."

Her body went cold, then back to hot at the ruthless edge to Master Evan's voice. For a few more seconds she remained rooted to the spot, but she finally made her way to the table and slipped her ass up onto the edge. Trembling, she made herself lie back, the coldness of the table making her gasp and her nipples harden even further. She adjusted herself on the table and tried not to think about the strangers watching her every move. Additionally, she tried not to think about the fact she was about to do something she'd never done in front of anyone before.

"Are you beginning to understand how pleasure can be a punishment, 57?" Master Evan asked.

"Yes, Trainer," Her lips moved, but the words were barely audible. She doubted her face had ceased its constant reddening. She couldn't seem to get her mind to move past the fact that people were staring at her exposed flesh and had touched her so intimately.

Seeing that she still wasn't fully complying with his order, Evan told her, "You'd best get started before I change my mind and give you something more unpleasant to do. Believe me, I'll have no trouble doing so."

Slowly and reluctantly, 57's hand traveled down her abdomen. Biting her lip, she spread her legs just enough to allow her hand to slip between them. Her cunt felt hot and wet and her clit gave a throb as her fingers slid along her outer lips. She now regretted her decision not to explore her new body's most intimate areas, since she wasn't quite sure how it would respond. Doing that first exploration in public added another whole layer of stress to her punishment.

The bare skin of her nether regions was a bit disconcerting. She was used to tangling her fingers in her pubic hair when she masturbated. Caressing herself gently, she let the smooth, wet skin glide under her fingers. The feeling was different, but not unpleasant, she decided. When an exploring digit dipped between her slick inner labia, it drew an involuntary moan from her lips. Her pussy felt exquisitely sensitive and she shivered as she delved deeper. Letting her eyes drift shut, she momentarily lost herself in the sensation -- so much more sensually intense than she remembered.

When her exploring finger made contact with her clit, her eyes snapped open as she was jolted with an electrifying bolt of pleasure. A grunt was forced from her lips as her abdominal muscles tightened spasmodically. Part of her felt almost in awe of this new body. Her old one had had full blown orgasms that were less intense than that simple brush across her clit. Her awareness of her surroundings receded as her all her attention became focused on the area of contact between her hand and pussy. Breathing slowly and deeply, she increased the pressure of her exploring fingers bringing a commensurate increase in erotic sensation. Without conscious thought, her legs spread wider and her hips began to rock her cunt against her hand. 57 felt she was catching fire, about to be consumed by the growing, burning need emanating from her sex.

Her fingers eagerly sought her clit again and the sensations when she touched the hardening nub of flesh were like fireworks going off behind her eyelids. Circling it slowly with two fingertips, she shuddered as each circuit pushed her lust to never before experienced levels. She pulled her knees up and arched her back. Her muscles felt drawn tight like a bow pulled back to full extension. Like the bow, she knew that sooner or later there would be an explosive release.

Her free hand sought her breast, grabbed it roughly, and squeezed hard, building the fire of lust even higher. She was moaning unashamedly now, everything forgotten but the sensation of what she was doing to herself. She could feel her orgasm approaching and it was almost scary in intensity -- like a tsunami out at the limits of vision but rushing inexorably toward her, ready to crash over her and sweep her away. A small corner of her brain was functioning enough to remember her trainer's admonition though. She must not cum without his permission.

"May I cum, Trainer?" she moaned.

Evan simply watched her, in no rush to answer.

"Please!" she begged, "Please let me cum!"

"No you may not, 57. You will not cum until I give you permission. Do not disappoint me. Understood?"

"Yes Trainer," she whimpered through gritted teeth. The thought of her trainer's disappointment gave her the resolve she needed. While part of her still wondered why this need for his approval affected her so deeply, she was determined to do as she was told no matter how difficult it was. Whether it was to prove herself to him or simply out of stubbornness, she wasn't sure. All her lust-fogged mind knew was it gave her the anchor point she needed to keep from getting swept away.

She slowed her fingers and did her best to walk the ragged edge of orgasm, holding it back by force of will. Her breath came in ragged gasps and sweat beaded her brow from the effort. This battle was something she had no experience with. Masturbation for her had always been about bringing release as quickly as possible; something to do and get over with. Lindsey had almost considered it a chore; simply a way to relieve her sexual frustration when it became too much to bear.

She wasn't sure when the change occurred -- when the torture of holding herself on the edge of orgasm became something she began to relish, but her mind shifted gears. She found herself concentrating on the subtle cues her body was giving and using them to keep her arousal at the edge of the precipice without going over. She marveled at the control she had over what she had always considered a simple mechanical process. She now realized it was so much more, that she'd only scratched the surface of what arousal could be. Riding the edge of her orgasm, she began to see that the journey could be just as enjoyable, perhaps more so, than reaching the destination.

Evan could see the transformation come over her as she mastered her arousal. He had to admit to himself that he was impressed. Most subs required training to reach even a modicum of control. He'd fully expected her to fail. Curious as to how much control she actually had, he motioned silently to two of the cooking staff and pointed toward 57.

57 was shocked out of her deep concentration when she felt hands on her once more. Opening her eyes she saw a cook on each side of the table, one male and one female. Their hands slid over her sweat-slicked body. The woman began massaged her breasts and the man ran his hand along her inner thigh. The surprise made her stop masturbating and her embarrassment returned full force as she suddenly remembered she wasn't alone.

"I don't remember telling you to stop," Evan admonished her sternly.

57 gave a start and, before she even realized it, her hand was back between her legs, such was the effect of Evan's voice. Initially, the embarrassment from the strangers' touch her made it hard to get turned on again, but soon their attentions began to affect her. She felt gooseflesh rising on her skin as the traveling hands left trails of erotic electricity in their wake. The woman massaged her breasts and pulled on her hard nipples. Meanwhile, the man dragged his fingernails along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. The intense sensations threatened to overwhelm the tenuous control she'd achieved previously. Once more she began to moan; no longer caring about how she appeared to the onlookers. Her hand worked feverishly between her thighs. She was nearing her peak in a headlong rush and didn't think she'd be able to stop this time. Controlling her own sensations was one thing, but she had no control over the feelings these strangers were producing in her.

"Oh God!" 57 cried out, "May I please cum, Trainer? I don't think I can hold it!"

A terse, "No," was all the answer Evan gave her.

Once more 57 struggled to hold off her onrushing orgasm, and it was a near thing. She held on by her mental fingernails as waves of pleasure battered her trying to break her grip. The only clear thought in her head was her stubborn resolve to prove herself to her trainer -- only that gave her the strength to hold on. Unlike before, she couldn't simply observe her responses and adjust her pace accordingly. This was a battle of sheer will and she knew it wouldn't take much for that will to break.

As if sensing her weakness, the man grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back while the woman shoved her fingers in her open mouth. Without conscious thought, 57 found herself sucking on them. Their rough treatment of her caused a flare of lust that left her teetering precariously on the edge of climax. She knew she was losing her battle for control.

"Please!" 57 gasped around the woman's fingers. "May I cum, Trainer? I need it so bad! PLEASE!" She knew she was starting to babble but couldn't help herself. The need was too overpowering.

Master Evan paused to consider. Despite some defiance, 57 had willingly submitted to punishment. Furthermore, she'd demonstrated a level of control that was surprising in someone who was completely untrained. Evan was not impressed easily, but his new trainee had done that. He'd been able to push her much further than expected. He decided to take pity on her... just this once.

"Yes 57, you may cum," he told her.

"Thank you, Trainer!" 57 nearly screamed out, managing to surprise Evan once again with her unsolicited expression of gratitude.

57 released her control and abandoned herself to her onrushing climax. Nothing existed in her world at that moment but lust, erotic sensation and overwhelming need. For a timeless space, she clung to the precipice in fear of the intensity she knew she was about to experience. Then she let herself fall into the maelstrom. Her muscles locked and her breath was forced from her lungs as she convulsed from the waves of pleasure that washed over her. As the orgasm took her, the woman who had been massaging her breasts leaned over, took her nipple between her teeth and bit down. 57's overloaded brain was unable to process that bite as pain, only raw stimulation. That raw sensation only served to redouble the effect of her orgasm. Already the most intense of her life, this pushed it to unimaginable heights. 57 screamed and shuddered. A small, detached part of her mind thought again of a tsunami and how apt that analogy was. She felt like a floating bit of jetsam helplessly tossed about in a raging torrent. Time lost its meaning. It seemed like her orgasm would never end. What finally ended it was that she passed out -- the sensations were simply beyond the ability of her inexperienced brain to cope.

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A soft sound halfway between a whimper and a moan passed 57's lips as her awareness slowly returned. As she opened her eyes and started to move her head, her stomach did flip-flops and she had to fight back nausea. With a groan, she laid her head back down and closed her eyes to keep the room from spinning.

Evan placed a cool hand on her forehead and told her gently, "Take some time and recover, 57. I know that was an intense experience for you. We can get you up when you're ready."

She jumped a bit, not having realized that someone was standing close to her. She turned her head toward the sound of Master Evan's voice and peered at him between slitted eyelids. "So...what happened exactly?" Her voice sounded scratchy and hoarse from her earlier, ragged scream.

"Remember how I told you that your new body is like a race car that you had no experience driving?" Evan asked. "You've now seen an example of what I meant. This body is capable of producing much stronger sensations than you're used to dealing with and you were overwhelmed. Don't worry, you'll adjust. It just takes time and practice."

"A race car huh..." 57 quirked her full lips in a wry grin for a moment before her eyebrows knitted in thought. "Will it always be so exhausting?" she asked. She drew her bottom lip into her mouth, chewing on it a bit as she concentrated on what Evan had said. Yes, he had said it would take some time to get used to, but what had happened was totally beyond her experience with anything sexual. As Lindsey, sex had never caused her to break a sweat, never made her tremble, and most definitely had never made her make noises, let alone scream. She found that in this also, she lacked a real frame of reference. As she thought back on what had just occurred, a warm flush spread through her body once more.




'57' Ch. 02



"As I said, there will be a period of adjustment. Though I'm pretty sure you'll find the rewards worth the effort." Evan answered her wry grin with one of his own. "As to being exhausted, think of yourself as an athlete... a sexual athlete... and like all athletes you'll have to work on your endurance. That will also be a part of your training."

"Mast... um, Trainer," 57 stumbled a bit over her words as she tried to bring some order to her jumbled thoughts. She felt embarrassed at her inadvertent admission that she was already starting to think of him as more than just her trainer. "I do apologize for being insubordinate...there truly is no excuse for my behavior and I can only say that I'll do my best to ensure that it won't happen again." It shocked her at how sincere she was about that statement. She couldn't remember a time in her life where she could honestly say she had truly meant it when she had apologized.

 Evan silently measured her with his gaze for a moment before asking, "Are you ready to get off this table, 57? I think we've interfered with the kitchen's operation enough for today." He held out his hand to help her up.

"Yes, Trainer." She blushed again at the reminder of her punishment, then slipped her comparatively small hand into his larger one and let him help her from the table. After regaining her feet, she self-consciously withdrew her hand from his to go back to her now familiar stance, staring off at the wall, hands behind her back, waiting for instructions to be given.

"Can you tell me what you think you've learned from the events of today, 57?" Evan asked her.

57 Took a moment to collect her thoughts before answering. As was her wont when she was concentrating, she unconsciously pulled her lip into her mouth and chewed on it. Finally formulating her answer, she responded in her still scratchy voice, "Obviously that I should do as I am told, but also that punishments are not always about physical pain."

"That's true," Evan answered. "Simply smacking someone around as punishment is something I regard as crude, unimaginative and often counter-productive. Punishments should be an opportunity to teach something and not simply be something unpleasant for unpleasantness' sake."

"So," Evan continued after a pause, "tell me what you've learned about your new body,"

"Well, it is most definitely not how I recall Lindsey's body reacting to stimulation..." she let her voice trail off slowly, almost horrified at the realization that she had begun to think of herself, not as Lindsey, but as 57. She wasn't sure when she'd finally accepted the dichotomy, but obviously she had and she found that acceptance quite unsettling when she thought about it.

"This body, while frankly amazing," she looked down at her nakedness and continued, "is a lot to handle. I didn't think I was going to be able to hold off my orgasm as long as you wanted me to, but somehow the thought that I'd disappoint you gave me what I needed to hold on." Her truthfulness surprised her. For some reason she couldn't fathom, she had given away her innermost feelings and thoughts, holding nothing back -- without being ordered to. She didn't quite understand where this compulsion came from.

"As I told you before," Evan responded, "you have a deep need to submit. Most would think of that as a weakness but, as you have seen, it can also be a source of strength. I'll tell you that, honestly, I didn't think you had that much strength. Due to your lack of training and experience, I fully expected you to fail my little test, but you exceeded my expectations and of that you should be proud. That's not something that happens often."

While part of her felt warmed by his compliment, 57 frowned, feeling confused that he would intentionally give her a task he expected her to fail. A little nervously, she asked, "Why would you set a test that you didn't think someone could pass? It seems to me that would not be beneficial to the submissive's mind set..." She bit her lip wondering if she had crossed a line by questioning his motives. If that turned out to be the case, she was fully prepared to beg for his forgiveness.

"You don't think there are lessons to be learned from failure?" Evan quirked an eyebrow at her. "I can think of several."

"It isn't that there couldn't be a lesson learned from failure, but to set up a test knowing a person would almost certainly fail seems to serve no purpose other than to cut down that person's confidence. I think all tests should be set up with the expectation of success. If there is a failure it could be easily demonstrated that the failure was not because the person could not perform the task, but would instead serve to highlight what their actual problems are." She blinked wondering, once again, where all that came from. Digging in her inherited memories she knew that Lindsey would speak her mind, but only when specifically asked, volunteering information and thoughts freely like this was foreign to her.

"There is always value in knowing one's capabilities," Evan told her. "Failure to control your arousal would have showed that you still had work to do, thus reinforcing to you your need for training. In your case, success has showed you that you are capable of things you weren't aware of before. Either way, you've learned something about your new body and how it responds and so have I. Would you like me to only set you easy challenges, 57? Where would the reward be in that? I don't see that as a way to push your boundaries and expand your horizons."

"I don't mind your questions, by the way," Evan continued, "as long as you ask them respectfully. As I told you before, I expect you to be an active participant in your training."

"I didn't mean to imply that your challenges should be easy, Trainer. Holding off that orgasm was extremely difficult. I only meant that setting a test where you were 90% sure that a person would fail seemed cruel to me." She lowered her eyes from the spot on the wall to concentrate on the floor.

"Look at me, 57," Evan told her and waited for her to meet his eyes, "As a submissive, cruelty is something you're going to have to deal with every day. Are you telling me that Lindsey's fantasies never involved cruel treatment? Cruelty isn't only physical abuse, such as whipping and caning, it can also be mental, such as setting you up to fail. I have no problem telling you that I will be cruel to you at times. Partly because it's a lesson that you need to learn but also because it's something that I personally enjoy as a Dominant."

 She met his ice blue gaze and shivered slightly at its intensity. His words had a physical impact on her body, causing goosebumps to prickle her skin and wetness to pool at the apex of her thighs. She didn't speak, nor answer his question. Partly that was due to the fact that it seemed rhetorical but, additionally, she was having difficulty controlling a sudden wave of white-hot desire that made her blood seem to boil. She had no idea why his simple explanation caused her lust to skyrocket, but it did and it embarrassed her that she had such a visceral response to his words.

"From your reaction, I can see you get my point," Evan said with a knowing grin. "Anything else you'd like to discuss about your punishment and lessons learned, 57?" he asked, still holding her gaze with his.

"No thank you, Trainer," She took slow, steady breaths and tried to regulate her heartbeat. The wetness between her legs, she could do nothing about -- that damage had already been done. She could tell it would soon start running down her the inside of her thighs if she didn't intervene.

"In that case," Evan said, "let me give you your trainee's uniform." He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bit of black, lacy fabric.

Looking at what her trainer held out to her, she realized it was a diminutive pair of thong panties. 57 waited for something more, but nothing else was forthcoming. She was aghast at the thought of wearing nothing but this tiny slip of black lace. Once more she felt mortified, but she was fully aware that she had no choice in the matter. Her hand trembling, the only physical sign of her dismay, she took the scrap of fabric from Master Evan and asked quietly, "Should I put it on now Trainer, or should I wait until I've had a chance to shower?"

 "You can put them on before we leave here, 57. You might however," Evan said as he walked to a counter to grab some paper towels off a roll before handing them to her, "want to dry off a bit first."

She'd thought that she'd ran through all the shades of red she was capable of turning but, surprisingly, there was at least one more. Cheeks burning, she took the paper towels from Master Evan and cleaned herself up as well as she could. "Thank you, Trainer," she said softly. She slid the tiny garment up her legs and returned to the position of attention.

 Seeing she was ready to proceed, Evan said, "Grab your clothes and follow me," and exited the kitchen into the hallway. 57 snatched her clothes from the chair and hurried to catch up. He retraced their earlier steps, now heading toward the front of the house. Halfway there, he stopped in front of an imposing wooden door which bore a brass nameplate with "Master Evan" printed on it in bold black letters.  "This is my office, 57," he told her. "I will expect you to be here tomorrow morning at precisely eight o'clock."

Seeing the brass nameplate with "Master Evan" written on it only reinforced the fact that the man standing in front of her was Master instead of Trainer and she nearly blurted out the wrong title again, but caught herself in the nick of time saying, "Yes sir, Trainer."

 "Good... come along, 57," Evan said as he started walking again. Over his shoulder he said, "As I told you before. You're to refer to me as Trainer, until you've earned the right to more. So, no more sirs until I tell you differently. Understood?"

She flinched a bit. She'd not even realized that "sir" had come out. Nodding her head, she said "Yes, Trainer," and padded along silently behind him, her hands gripping her bundle of clothing tightly.

 Evan led her up an impressive curving staircase and onto a richly furnished second floor. Thick carpet, expensive paneling and ornate trim were everywhere in evidence. Proceeding to the end of a hallway, Evan opened a nondescript door. Inside, the small room appeared to be a place where cleaning supplies and linens were stored. At the back of the closet-like space was another staircase -- this one considerably less fancy than the previous one. Once more, Evan ascended with 57 in tow.  Reaching the top of the stairs with Master Evan, 57 found herself in a plain, unadorned hallway with simple wood flooring. Spaced along it at intervals were doorways, one of which had "57" written on a piece of paper taped to the door. Turning the knob, Evan pushed it open.

"This is your room," he said.  Inside, she could see a small bed that was little more than a cot, a footlocker, a small dresser with an attached mirror and not much else. The walls were plain off-white and there were no windows. A single light fixture hung from the ceiling providing the room's only illumination.  "You'll find a bathroom and showers at the end of the hall," Evan told her. "You're not to leave this floor without permission."

"Just to clarify, Trainer, I do have permission to leave in the morning in order to reach your office by 8...?" 57's nervousness showed through in her question. She really didn't want a repeat of her punishment from earlier. She had a feeling that she'd actually got off easy on the last one and she doubted she'd be so lucky the next time. She glanced around the small room, taking the furnishings in without really looking at them.

"Of course you have permission, since it's a task I've set for you," Evan answered. "Diana may also inform you of other tasks that you're requested to do. She knows not to assign anything that interferes with mine, so you're to follow her orders too."

"Yes, Trainer," 57 responded softly. She felt nervous and awkward, not really wanting to be left alone in this strange place. Her nervousness made her start to fidget but she forced herself to stop and stood still, chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"I'll see you later, 57," Evan said, "Get settled in. Once your training formally starts, you're not going to have much free time." With that, he turned and headed toward the stairs.

From the doorway, 57 surveyed her little room but wasn't in the mood to "settle in" quite yet. She was more in the mood for exploration -- at least of this floor. Perhaps by doing so, she could dissipate some of her nervous energy. After putting her bundle of clothing on the bed, she headed out. Looking up and down the hallway, she counted five doors along its length, three on her side of the hallway and two on the other. Aside from hers, all were closed and only one of them had a similar tag on its door. That other tag read "53". She knocked lightly but there was no response. The remainder of the doors appeared to be locked. Farther down the hallway, she found a door-less alcove containing a washer and dryer.

Past the alcove, the floor changed from wood to white hexagonal tile. 57 entered and found that it opened out into a large communal bathroom and shower area, just as her trainer had told her. Looking around, she saw three sinks with mirrors, three door-less toilet stalls and, hanging on the wall directly in front of her, three urinals. Approaching the latter, she eyed them curiously. She'd never actually seen one in person. Hmm, she thought to herself, They must train males here too. She also concluded from examining the bathroom that whoever had designed it wasn't a big fan of privacy.

Peering to her right, she could see an opening leading into an unpartitioned shower room reminiscent of those she'd used after gym class in school. Flanking the opening were simple wooden shelves containing linen, soap, shampoo, and various cleaning supplies.

Might as well get myself cleaned up, 57 thought to herself. After taking a quick glance around to make sure she was still alone, she slid off her thong and placed it on one of the shelves. She then grabbed what she needed to wash up and headed into the shower. In keeping with the bathroom's theme, there were three shower heads, one on each full wall of the roughly square room.

She selected the shower to her right. She figured there was less chance of someone seeing her there if they walked into the bathroom unannounced. Placing what she'd brought with her in a small tiled niche in the wall, she stood off to the side, turned the knob mounted below the shower head, and adjusted the water temperature until she was satisfied. Then, she stood under the stream and let the warm water cascade over her, trying to wash away some of her nervousness and stress.

With a sigh of semi-contentment, she squirted a bit of shampoo into her palm and worked it into her hair. Like so much else that she'd experienced, her new body's sensitivity transformed what had previously been a mundane procedure into something sensually stimulating. The same was true when she rubbed the soapy washcloth over her skin. 57 wondered if these feelings would recede with time, or if she would always get turned on by the simple act of touching herself. She tried not to let those feelings distract her too much though, remembering her trainer's restrictions about masturbation and orgasms without his permission.

She stepped back under the spray long enough to thoroughly rinse off the soap and shampoo, then turned off the water. Since there only appeared to be two trainees at the moment, she decided to leave the toiletries on the shelf of this shower, claiming it for her own. Exiting the room, she vigorously dried her body with a towel before wrapping it around her wet hair.

"Diana?" 57 asked the empty room.

"Yes, 57," the slightly robotic voice promptly answered.

"Do I always have to wear this uniform?" 57 said as she held up the slip of black fabric.

"When you're the trainee's quarters, meaning this floor of the building, you may wear what you like," Diana answered. "When you're in other areas, you are required to be in uniform unless instructed otherwise."

"Do I have any other duties I'll need to perform today?" 57 asked.

"Dinner will be served to the staff and guests at 6 p.m. Your presence is required in the kitchen at 5:30 to assist."

"What time is it now?"

"3:30."

"Would it be possible for you to tell me when it's 5:00? Also, while I think about it, could you make sure I'm awake at 7 a.m. tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, 57."

"Thank you, Diana."

"You're welcome, 57," Diana replied.

Choosing not to wear her uniform for now, 57 made her way to her room. Once there, she decided to give her pants and shirt a wash since she was evidently still able to wear them. She grabbed them off the bed, went down the hall, and put them in the washing machine.

Returning to her room once more, she turned her attention to the footlocker and dresser drawers. Raising the lid of the chest, she found it was empty. After a moment's consideration, she slipped her shoes inside before closing the lid. Looking through the dresser drawers she found a hairbrush, some elastic hair ties, a toothbrush still in its package, a tube of toothpaste, and some disposable plastic cups. Thankfully, there were also several pairs of black thongs like the one her trainer had given her. She breathed a sigh of relief that she didn't have to continually wash and reuse only one.

She removed the damp towel from her head and hung it over the foot board of her bed. Taking the brush from the dresser drawer, she began run it through her hair. Once again, she marveled at how such a simple act elicited such pleasurable sensations. It was as if Lindsey had unknowingly lived her whole life in a dull, gray world and now, as 57, she'd suddenly discovered what color was.

After working the tangles out of her hair, she stretched out on her bed. 57 let her thoughts drift over the events of the day. Up to this point, she'd not had a chance to really process what had happened to her. Things had simply happened too fast. Central her thoughts was her trainer, the intimidating yet strangely desirable Master Evan, and the effect he had on her. While she had known many authoritarians in her life, none had affected her in the way he did. The difference, she decided, was that though he was clearly in charge, he still respected her, listened to her, and valued her opinion. Those others had simply treated her as an object, expecting her blindly follow their instructions. It hadn't mattered how she felt or what she thought. All they'd wanted was her unquestioning obedience.

"57, it is now 5:00," said Diana's voice.

57 awoke with a start. Evidently, she'd dozed off. She addressed the empty room, "Thank you, Diana."

"You're welcome, 57," was Diana's prompt response.

Sitting up, 57 reached toward the ceiling and gave herself a good stretch. Then she got up from the bed, slipped on a fresh pair of thong underwear, and retrieved what she needed to brush her teeth from the dresser drawer. She stepped out into the still deserted hallway and made her way to the washing alcove. Once there, she removed her damp clothes from the washing machine, placed them in the dryer and started it. She found she was actually looking forward to the chance to wear some normal clothes. Then, she padded on bare feet into the bathroom and brushed her teeth at one of sinks, also taking the time to hand wash and rinse her previous "uniform".

Afterward, she returned to her room, hung her damp thong on the foot board to dry, and placed her meager toiletries back in her dresser. She brushed the sleep tangles out of her hair and stared into the eyes of the bare-chested woman in the mirror, so similar to what she remembered yet so different. Determined to display a bit of individuality, she took one of the hair ties from the drawer, a bright red one, and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. She turned her head from side to side, checking herself out in the mirror, and decided she liked the look. For some reason the small flash of color lifted her spirits. Other than the blue silk gown she'd worn shortly after she'd awoken as 57, what little she'd been allowed to wear had been unrelentingly, depressingly black. She found she wasn't quite ready to return to the Goth phase of Lindsey's teens.




'57' Ch. 02



"Diana, what time is it now?"

"5:18"

"Thanks. I'd best get going."

"You're welcome, 57."

57 left her room and paused at the top of the stairs, steeling herself to re-enter the public areas of the building in her tiny uniform. It was only a brief pause though before she padded down the stairs to the second floor. Mercifully, that area also seemed to be deserted, and she breathed a silent sigh of relief at her run of luck so far. She knew she was only delaying the inevitable however, and that she'd be on full display once she reached the kitchen. Shortly after that thought was completed, she found herself facing the swinging doors once more. Thinking back on what had happened the last time she'd passed through them brought a flush of warmth to her body. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she pushed through the doors.

The scene on the other side was one of controlled chaos. The cooks were rushing to complete final preparations for the meal, each seemingly oblivious to what the others were doing. 57 looked around nervously, afraid to butt in and distract the kitchen staff. She was rescued from her confusion by the appearance of an elegant looking woman in red lingerie. 57 thought it was strange to think of a woman in lingerie as looking elegant, but that was the word that immediately sprung to mind. She spied her coming toward her from across the room and, in contrast to the chaos of the rest of the kitchen, it seemed an island of calm followed the woman as she moved.

She stopped in front of her and said, "Hello,57. It is nice to meet you. My name is Serafina and I will show you what you need to do to help with the dinner."

"Thank you, Ma'am. I was at a bit of a loss as to what to do and who to talk to," 57 replied shyly. She found herself captivated by Serafina's softly Italian-accented voice and, though she only came up to about 57's nose, the poise with which she carried herself lent her an undeniable presence.

Serafina laughed lightly, "There is no need for such formality, 57. You may call me Serafina, or simply Fina if you prefer. That is what my friends call me. Hopefully, you will come to count me as a friend too."

57 felt herself relaxing. "Serafina... that's a lovely name," she said with a tentative smile.

"I thought so too when I chose it," she replied, returning the smile, "but we had best get you to work. Here, come with me." She gently placed a hand in the small of 57's back and guided her toward some doors on the other side of the room.

Serafina led her into a dining room that wouldn't have looked out-of-place in a 5-star restaurant. It was filled with sparkling crystal, polished brass, and rare hardwoods. 57 was impressed, she'd never been in a room so elegant. She felt very self-conscious about her near-nakedness. It seemed almost an affront to opulence of the room. Her companion, however, seemed to fit perfectly into the posh surroundings.

Pointing to a cart piled with silverware, napkins and glassware, Serafina told her, "Your first task is to set the tables for our guests. There is a seating chart in the pocket on the side of the cart. This is how you are to do each setting." She laid the tableware out in a precise configuration on the table in front of them and filled the glass with ice water from a pitcher on the cart. "Got that?" she asked.

"I think so, Serafina. Thank you," 57 answered.

"All right," Serafina replied with another smile as she made shooing motions with her hands. "Off you go. Return here with the cart when you are done."

57 pulled the seating chart from the pocket, examined it closely, then, pushing the cart ahead of her, made a circuit of the tables setting tableware where indicated. She only had to look at the chart that one time and had no trouble remembering the exact layout of the place-setting. 57 knew Lindsey's memory had never been that good. Evidently this was yet another modification that the Corp had made to her. As an exercise, she thought back to her punishment from earlier, and found that she could recall every detail; every moan, every flush of embarrassment and every pulse of her literally mind-shattering orgasm. She quickly brought her thoughts back to her present assignment as she felt her panties beginning to moisten at the memory.

Completing what she'd been assigned, she returned to Serafina and waited for more instructions.

The red-clad woman took a quick glance around the room to see how well the task had been performed. "Good job 57," she said. "You learn quickly."

"Thank you, Serafina," she answered quietly.

"Our guests will be arriving soon. Since this is your first time, I would like you to stay here by the doorway and observe how dinner is handled. After you have learned a bit more we'll assign you additional tasks but, for now, just watch." Serafina gave her a smile, a friendly pat on the shoulder, and then disappeared back into the kitchen.

57's body returned, almost by reflex, to the attention position. Soon, people started filing into the dining room and taking their assigned seats. She was able to link a name to each person by recalling who was listed in each place on the seating chart she'd used to set the tables. She filed that information away for future reference. There was a bit of a spike in her heart rate when Master Evan entered accompanied by a muscular bald man who looked to be in his early thirties. They sat down together and from the chart, she pulled the name David Drake. The two of them were discussing something quite animatedly and she felt a flush of heat when Master Evan pointed to her and the other man turned to regard her with keen interest.

She was saved from further embarrassment by the entry of another pair of people into the room. The first was a tall amazon of a woman, standing over six feet in her spiked heels. She had long, fiery red hair, wore a black leather bustier with matching leather pants and, basically, looked intimidating as hell. Following meekly behind her, on a chain hooked to a sliver collar similar to the one 57 herself wore, was a slightly built young man. Other than the collar, he wore nothing but an uncomfortable-looking, metallic, cage-like device secured around his penis and scrotum by a small padlock. They sat at a table with a single place-setting. Actually Mistress Greta, whose name 57 pulled from the memorized chart, sat at the table and the man knelt on the floor at her feet looking up at her like an eager puppy. Connecting the dots, 57 assumed this kneeling man was the mysterious "53" whose door she'd knocked on earlier.

57 had to force herself to look away from the kneeling submissive. Her eyes had been irresistibly drawn to his imprisoned genitals. Lindsey had actually seen very few adult cocks in real life, only her husband's and that of some high school crush that she'd had a furtive petting session with in a darkened back seat. This one, even in its flaccid state, was larger than either of them. She found that her earlier punishment session had, for some reason, ignited in her a burning interest male anatomy.  

The food arrived and, as instructed, 57 dutifully observed how it was served by the staff. While this was going on, Serafina wandered among the tables, stopping now and then to engage in friendly conversation with several of the diners. She was obviously in her element. 57 was impressed with the poise she demonstrated and the instant rapport she seemed to have with people as she wended her way through the room She hoped that one day she would be able to conduct herself even half as well.

Turning her attention back to Greta and her trainee, she watched as he was made to beg for scraps of food from his Mistress's plate. The puppy analogy she'd used earlier seemed more and more appropriate. The whole display made 57 uncomfortable as it reminded her of the mindless obedience that had been required of Lindsey when she was growing up. Her parents had often trotted her out to spout memorized Bible verses and give rote answers to questions to demonstrate what a good and well-mannered child they were raising to their friends. She'd felt like a trained animal put on display and made to perform tricks for an audience. While Master Evan had also made her display herself publicly, she'd actually participated in the decision of what she was to do and had agreed that her punishment was warranted. They'd also had an in-depth discussion afterward about her thoughts, feelings, and what she'd learned from the experience. On the other hand, it seemed to her that Greta was more interested in a public display of her power over her submissive and regarded him as simply an object, just as Lindsey's parents had considered her. This was all about Greta and 53 was merely a tool to make her look impressive. She didn't get that vibe from Master Evan, he seemed genuinely interested in teaching her and wanted her willing participation. Pondering that, she found that she'd actually expected to be treated like Greta was treating her charge -- it conformed to the, perhaps naive, mental image she'd had of a Master/slave relationship. She was finding that she much preferred Evan's methods though, it made her feel like more of an equal partner in her training. Of course, she could be wrong about Greta and 53. For all she knew, they could have extensive back and forth conversations about their training regimen, but 57's intuition told her otherwise.

As dinner began to wind down, Serafina came over briefly and instructed her to clear off the tables as they emptied of diners. She moved to follow her orders, placing dirty tableware on the cart and scraping the uneaten food into a trash receptacle that hung from its side. The sight and smell of the food was making her stomach growl audibly now. She'd not had anything to eat since before she'd arrived at the training facility. Doing her best to push those cravings to the back of her mind, she applied herself to her assigned task remembering her trainer saying that a signature skill of a good submissive was to perform tasks to the best their ability. 57 was surprised that her fellow trainee, 53, hadn't been instructed to help with the clean up too. When Mistress Greta had finished her meal, she'd simply pushed back her chair without a word and led him out by his leash.

After the remaining diners had left, she pushed her now full cart through the doors into the kitchen. She found the cooking and serving staff, along with Serafina, seated around a table inside having their meal. One of the cooks, seeing her enter, pointed to the sink against the far wall. The counter next to it was piled high with the pots, pans, and utensils that had been used to prepare the evening's dinner. She pushed the cart next to that counter and looked once more toward the those eating at the table. The same person pointed once again at the sink and 57 realized she was expected to be the dishwasher too. She gave a small, hidden sigh of resignation and filled the sink with hot, soapy water.

She soon lost herself in the mechanical motions of washing dishes. It was something Lindsey had had extensive experience with; a chore she'd performed nearly every night of her life from the time she'd been tall enough to reach the sink. Lost in her own little world, she didn't notice that the staff had completed their meal and departed. The clinking sound of more dishes being placed on the counter next to her brought her back to reality. She turned to see Serafina, who'd evidently cleared the table where she and the others had been eating, standing next to her with the now-familiar smile on her face.

"You looked like you could use a hand," she told 57. She reached for a towel and began to dry the dishes that 57 had placed in the rack next to the sink.

"Thank you. I'd be grateful for some help... as long as you're not breaking any rules by doing it. I wouldn't want to get you in any trouble," she replied somewhat worriedly.

Serafina smiled making the dimples in her cheeks appear more prominent for a moment. "Have no worries about me, sweet 57, those in charge are well aware of my actions." She took a moment to dry a few more plates before sliding them into their proper spot in the cabinet.

"So tell me 57, what are your thoughts on your situation?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. Everything's so strange and has been happening so fast that I'm having a hard time processing it. Part of me wants to curl up in a ball, but another part takes a sort of perverse pleasure in the situation."

"That is to be expected. They do not give you much time to think about it for many reasons. Sometimes thinking too much can be detrimental to the whole process. Experiencing the reality of this situation seems to be a better way to process this for most people. You seem to be handling everything quite well though, from what I have been told."

"From what you've been told?" 57 paused in her dish washing and looked at Serafina, "Told by who?"

"What does it matter who told me 57? You were praised, that alone should give you confidence, no?" Serafina kept her hands busy wiping down counters and the stove.

"I don't know that I like being the center of attention is all," 57 said while scrubbing a pot particularly hard. "It makes me uncomfortable. I'm used to blending into the scenery. Individuality is not something that's been encouraged in the life I've had before."

"Why look at it that way then? Perhaps it is not about being in the limelight at all, but rather doing what is expected of you and doing exceptionally well. That is something you are used to, yes?" Her tone wasn't harsh, but rather questioning as she moved from the table back to the sink in order to continue drying the dishes.

"Well, I'm used to doing what I've been told to do, but I don't know about doing it exceptionally well," 57 shrugged and concentrated on scrubbing. "I've found that I don't want to disappoint Trainer though."

"You would definitely know if you were not doing a job well, 57," Serafina said with a hint of a smile turning the corners of her lips upward. She took the last dish from 57 as she finished rinsing it in order to dry it then put it away efficiently. She shut the cabinet door and leaned her hip on the counter, her dark brown eyes unashamedly assessing the new trainee from top to bottom.  57 flushed a bit at Serafina's frank examination, "Yes, I've already had one punishment," she said quietly. She let the sink drain and dried her hands. "I'm really hungry, and watching everyone else eat didn't help. Did they leave anything for me?"

Fina gestured to the oven saying, "Yes, your food is in the oven to keep warm. By the way, if you have a spare moment and are in need of someone to talk to or you simply feel like some conversation without rules for a while, I would welcome your company. Just ask Diana where to find me." She smiled and turned to walk to the kitchen door.

"Do you have to go yet?" 57 asked almost plaintively. "You're the first person who's actually been friendly to me since all this started. I would love it if you would stay and talk a little longer. I know you probably can't answer a lot of my questions, but just having a non-stressful conversation would be nice."

Serafina turned around and looked at 57 for a moment before nodding and moving back to sit at the kitchen table, folding her hands in her lap. "I can stay for a while. I do have a function to attend in about an hour, but it is here within the building so I am not pressed for time." She wore nothing but her uniform, a beautiful lacy red bustier with black accents and a pair of red satin panties. She also had a pinkish-gold colored collar around her throat that glinted in the light but her hair, as long as it was, hid it from all views except the front.  57 hurried to retrieve her dinner from the stove and then sat down opposite Serafina. She felt a tingle between her legs when she recalled what had happened earlier at this very table. Peering at the collar she asked, "Does the collar mean you're a slave... or submissive too? I don't really know what term to use. I see yours is a different color, though, and has your name on it instead of a number."

Serafina looked her in the eyes intently, "Slaves, submissives, bottoms...they are all just titles 57. In the outside world, the different titles could mean different things for different people. Generally speaking, they can mean varying depths of submission but this does not really apply here at the Corp. Here, the title of slave is assumed. We have no limits, and you will do whatever is asked of you by your trainer regardless of your personal feelings," Fina's relaxed demeanor returned and she and ran a finger lightly across the metal encircling her neck before continuing, "I digress though...this particular collar means that I have completed all my training here at the Corp. It does not have a number on it because, by completing that training, I have earned the right to a name."

"Are you a... clone like me?" 57 asked hesitantly. She still wasn't quite comfortable thinking of herself that way. "Did you have a number at one time too?"

"Yes, and yes," Fina returned. "My number was 14, so I have been with the Corp quite a while actually." She smiled fondly, remembering the intensive training she had gone through.

 "You were trained here too?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, Master Evan was also my trainer." She pulled herself from her memories and turned her attention to concentrate once more on 57. "My training though, was much different from yours. You see...the person I was cloned from was already very experienced in this lifestyle."

"You were trained by Ev... Trainer? I guess that makes us sisters in a way," 57 said, breaking a small smile. "Can you tell me what your life was like before the Corp cloned you? I had fantasies about the... lifestyle but I never really experienced it firsthand."

Serafina smiled and nodded along with 57. "Alas, this is where you and I differ. I do not think of myself as Angelina. I came into this life with a completely different outlook than you, 57. You did not understand what was going on, Angelina, the person from whom I was cloned, had given permission for it to happen to her since she herself wasn't free to commit to the Corp. I am not Angelina and have never once looked at myself as her. I just happen to resemble her a great deal and have her memories."

"It must have been nice coming into this knowing what was going to happen. I'm just so confused by all this. Though I can't deny that it's filling a need that I never realized I had before."

"Do not worry, you will adjust accordingly. Lindsey had these desires but she let herself become trapped by other's expectations for her and now she will go through life regretting that fact. You are different though; you will learn to free yourself from Lindsey's mindset and come to enjoy what she wanted for herself. You will find it beneficial to stop thinking of yourself in her terms. I know it may be a difficult thing to do since you have her memories, I too have struggled with this to some extent. However, I know you have a very strong mind 57," with that Fina reached out and placed her hand on 57's shoulder.

She looked over at the clock on the wall and stood up saying to 57, "My hour is almost up, and I still need to freshen up a bit so I will see you around, yes?"

"I hope so, Serafina. I've really enjoyed talking to you. Thank you for showing me what to do and helping me with the dishes."

"The pleasure was mine, 57. I also enjoyed your company very much," Serafina leaned over and placed a kiss on the surprised trainee's cheek before turning and walking out the door.

57 sat staring at the door with her fingers resting on the spot where she'd been kissed for several minutes. She found herself very much attracted to Serafina. She thought back to how the red lingerie had molded to her curves, the feel over her hand on her back, and her soft lips against her cheek. However, she found what most attracted her was the confidence and poise with which she carried herself and the familiarity that came so easily to her. Was this what she'd be like when her training was completed? It seemed an almost impossible transformation to her.




'57' Ch. 02



Her empty stomach suddenly demanded attention and she set herself to the task of satisfying it. The food was delicious, some of the best she'd ever had. She wondered if it was really that good or if, like so many other things, her sense of taste had been altered too. If it had, she certainly wasn't going to complain. She finished her food, washed her tableware, and headed back toward the trainee's quarters.

She soon found herself padding down the hall of the third floor toward her room. Glancing to the right, she noticed that 53's door was partially open. As she walked past she glanced inside and caught her breath at the sight. 53 was sprawled face-down on his bed in what appeared to be a fitful sleep. What drew her attention though, were the livid red stripes criss-crossing his back, ass, and thighs like those she assumed a whip would make. He moaned softly in his sleep and twitched, possibly reliving his recent abuse in his dreams. In her mind's eye, she pictured herself chained to a wall and Mistress Greta flaying her back with a large, scary-looking whip. She shuddered thinking that her back could soon look, in real life, the same as her fellow trainee's, but even as she did, her clit gave a little throb and her nipples hardened. Here, right in front of her, was the reality of some of her darkest fantasies. It was both scary and erotic at the same time.

57 tore her eyes from the abused back of her fellow submissive and went down the hall to her room, closing the door quietly behind her. She pulled on her black tee-shirt, taking comfort in being able to cover her nakedness for the first time in several hours. She assumed that she'd eventually get used to running around nearly naked, but for now, it felt good to wear some clothes.

She flipped off the lights and stretched out on her bed in her improvised nightie. Her thoughts were full of images of what had happened to her today; standing naked for all to see, being groped by strangers, fighting to control her orgasm, and the intimidating Mistress Greta. What she always found her thoughts returning to, however, were her trainer, Master Evan and, to a lesser extent, the exotic Serafina. She'd read somewhere that many subs fell in love with those who trained them, and she could certainly see how that could happen. He affected her in a very powerful way even in the short time she'd known him. Serafina also awoke feelings in her; feelings Lindsey had always worked hard to deny. 57 thought back to what the more experienced woman had told her; that she needed to free herself from Lindsey's mindset. Smiling to herself as she recalled the feel of Serafina's soft lips on her cheek, she thought to herself that maybe that idea had some merit.

(to be continued)



'57' Ch. 03



This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not real, although some of the characters have been loosely patterned after people I know.

I've chosen to list this story in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. The reasons for this will become more apparent in later chapters. There will be a substantial amount of BDSM in the story however; just a friendly warning, in case that's not your thing.

I want to thank a former submissive of mine (who wishes to remain anonymous) for her contributions to writing this story. Her insights and feedback have been invaluable to me as is her continued friendship.

A good portion of the dialog of this series was originally written as a role-play between my friend and me, thus the back and forth narrative nature and dual points of view of many parts of the story.





'57' Ch. 03



Evan took up a position behind her and to the side. After swinging the flogger gently to reacquaint himself with its heft, he gave his trainee's posterior a good, solid hit. Considering her current state of arousal, he knew she didn't need much in the way of preliminaries.

She gasped loudly from the first blow of the flogger on her tender backside. It was felt very different from the stinging little whip. It was heavy, it was delicious, and she found she loved it! The corners of her lips twitched up in a small, secret smile.

As he had with the tack whip, Evan began to rain blows on her ass in steady rhythm and 57 grunted softly each time the flogger made contact. "I don't hear you saying anything, 57," Evan admonished her. "Tell me what's happening with your body and in your head. We're not doing this just so you can get off."


She could feel that the creamy wetness had finally escaped her panties to trail down the inside of her thighs. Aching to close her legs to hide it, she forced herself to ignore it instead. She tried think of other things; ice, snow... anything to keep the hot fire of arousal burning in her veins from consuming her. Finally managing to reply, 57 answered breathlessly, "Sorry Tr-ainer, its just..." her voice trailed off momentarily as she fought for control before proceeding, "I-it's very intense. In a good wa-ay. I'm having to distract myself." She couldn't help the stuttering, and every time the flogger landed, her knees wanted to buckle from the rush of sensual pleasure. She struggled to keep her mind focused on the present and not lose herself, unwilling to disappoint her trainer.

Pausing his onslaught on her tender ass, Evan grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her upright. "Perhaps I can do something to help distract you," he said with an evil grin as he reached for the some of the other objects he'd taken from his tool closet. 57 could see that he was holding two ordinary-looking wooden clothespins. She gasped sharply as he placed one on each of her rock hard nipples. Then, without another word, he placed a hand between her shoulder blades and shoved her roughly back into position before resuming his onslaught on her glowing posterior with the flogger.

57 had to fight the instinctual urge to pull the wooden clamps from her hyper-sensitive nipples. She had to admit though, they definitely provided a distraction from the near-overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body. She made herself breathe through the discomfort until she adjusted. Even then, her nipples continued to hurt, but with a dull pulsing ache rather than the initial sharp, shooting pain.

Addressing her trainer, she panted, "That is... certainly... distracting...Thank you... Trainer." her breaths were coming short and quick now and, while still extremely aroused, her body had cooled down a bit due to the continuing bite of the wooden clamps.

"The thing about clothespins you may have noticed by now," Evan said to her between swings of the flogger, "is that, if they're left undisturbed, the pain tends to fade to a dull ache. So, to keep your distraction level up, we either need to disturb them..." 57 gasped anew as her trainer gave a clothespin on one of her nipples a cruel twist, "or... add additional ones." He then proceeded to place a line of clothespins along the side of her torso between continued flogger blows.

The pain of the twisted clothespin had receded to a dull ache once more but 57 had little time to readjust as Evan placed more clothespins in a line down her side. She found the area surprisingly sensitive and, between the her aching nipples, the mental adjustment required for each new pin, and the continued flogging of her already inflamed ass, she was starting to have some serious coping issues. 

Sensing that 57 was approaching the limit of her pain processing abilities, Evan decided on a more "hands on" approach. He tossed the flogger on his desk, walked behind her, and yanked her thoroughly soaked thong down her legs. Standing up once more, he reached down and applied his fingers to her clit, making slow circles – thus taking direct control of the amount of pleasurable sensation he was giving her.

57's body twitched spasmodically as he stimulated her, flooding her with sexual energy once more. She was sure that, if this manipulation continued, she would boil over in short order but, at the same time, she didn't get the feeling that her orgasms were a priority for her trainer right now.

Having rebuilt 57's arousal level, her trainer grasped the clothespin lowest on her torso. Giving it a slow, exquisitely painful twist, Evan told her almost conversationally, "Another interesting thing about clothespins..." He paused dramatically, then gave the little a clamp quick tug that snapped it from her skin, "is that the longer they're on, the more they hurt when they come off." 57 yelped in pain and surprise.

That brief flash of pain had been so intense that 57 was surprised she hadn't screamed. She really hadn't seen that coming. Whimpering softly, she tried not to be too obvious as she ground herself against Master Evan's hand for relief. After a few seconds though, the throbbing burn of clothespin's removal began to send wave after wave of sexual heat straight to her pussy and she was unable to stifle her moans.

"Only eight more clothespins to go 57. Think you can handle it?" Evan asked her as he idly flicked the next one in line on the side of her chest.

57 turned her head and gazed at Master Evan through lust-glazed eyes. He looked so incredibly handsome with his well defined musculature, blonde hair, and startling bright blue eyes. Obviously it wouldn't have mattered if he was ugly, she would still be here; but it was nice that the person training her was so easy on her eyes. Her harsh breathing seemed to fill the room but she managed a short, "Yes Trainer" before turning her head to stare at the desk once more.

"There are several ways to remove clothespins by the way," Evan told her. "Pulling them off, you've just experienced. If your Dominant is in the mood to be kind, he could simply..." He squeezed the legs of a clothespin and let it drop, "open it and gently remove it. That, of course, is the least traumatic option."

Her sigh of relief was audible at Master Evan's gentle removal and her body relaxed slightly. She'd been thinking that he was going to rip each off one by one. 57 was sure he wouldn't be so kind for those remaining, but it was a welcome reprieve. "That was nice Trainer. It did hurt some, but it wasn't nearly as much of a shock as the last one. Thank you."


"I wouldn't thank me yet," he said, evil grin returning. "Another popular method, if your Dom is in the mood for some target practice, is to take them off with a whip." He watched her tense as that sunk in. "We're not going to do that however," he said, seeing her visibly relax once more, "but we can simulate the effect..." Evan took the flat of his hand and swatted one of the clothespins from her side.


57 gasped once more. However, Master Evan's fingers working below provided a powerful distraction and, while she still felt a flash of pain when the clothespin came off, she was beginning to get the knack of processing their removal. 

Sensing that 57 was becoming acclimated to the removal of the clothespins, Evan decided up the ante a bit. He removed his hand from her sopping cunt and gave her still-glowing ass and open-handed slap. Then, giving her no time to get over the shock, he jerked the three remaining clothespins from her side in quick succession.

She had been feeling a desperate need for release but, until now, she had been able to keep it controlled and under wraps. The flash of erotic heat that burned through her after the initial shock of the pins being ripped off was almost bone-melting in its intensity and the large, masculine hand print seared on her already sensitive backside seemed to throb and pulse alternately with pain and pleasure. A ragged half moan / half whimper escaped from the depths of her throat through parted lips. She wanted desperately to beg for her trainer for release, but couldn't manage to make her lips form the words.


Evan grabbed a fistful of her hair and he pulled her upright once more. Turning her head to meet his gaze, he told her, "I'm sure by now that this long exercise has this..." he slapped his hand against her wet, aching pussy, "just begging for release. Should we let you cum, 57?"

Evan's slap forced a guttural moan from 57's lips. She ground herself unashamedly against his hand, her whole body twitching from a heady mixture of pain and arousal. "Ohhh yes, Trainer...please may I cum?!" 

"Well, my horny little trainee," Evan said, still forcing her to look into his eyes, "here's what you have to do in return: When you start to cum, we're going to pull both of these clothespins from your nipples." Evan emphasized his point by giving one of them a vicious twist. "The thing is though, that you are going to be the one who pulls them off, not me. Do find that an acceptable bargain, 57?"

She wanted to scream in frustration, she so didn't want to do that! Her super-sensitive nipples had grown almost pleasantly numb, and she whimpered as his sadistic twist reawoke the pain, but she managed to nod her head in acquiescence. Her need to cum overrode all other considerations. Pulling the pins off was going to hurt like hell no matter when it was done, but maybe the pleasure of a climax would mask it somewhat.

Seeing her reluctant nod of assent, Evan told her, "Get on your back on my desk, 57. Judging from your previous reaction to orgasm, I'd rather not have to pick you up off the floor afterward." 

He waited for her to comply, then ordered, "Hands on the clothespins and remember you're to pull them off, not remove them gently." With that, his hand returned between her legs and his stimulation began anew.


57 moved her hands to her breasts and wrapped her fingers gingerly around the clothespins. Her heartbeat sped up again as Master Evan's skilled fingers slid along the soaked trench of her cunt, making the muscles in her belly clench and tremble. She began to moan, rubbing herself against his hand in an effort to get herself to the edge once more.


Evan worked diligently between 57's legs. He knew that it wouldn't take long to push her over the edge after all the stimulation she'd received in this morning's exercise. He found himself impressed once more at how well she took his lessons to heart. He'd anticipated that she'd have more trouble converting pain to pleasure. He didn't know how much of that was due to the modifications that had been made to her or the natural, hidden abilities of the person she was cloned from, but he had begun to see why he'd been told she had such great potential.


Stretched across the hard desk, 57 trembled in ecstasy, her muscles alternately tightening and relaxing as she ground herself against her trainer's hand. Her fingers slid upward along the clothespins in an attempt to stimulate her nipples but, since they were still quite numb, wasn't able to elicit the sensations she craved. She began to fiddle with the clothespins themselves; at first just pulling on them gently, but the pulls soon grew into twisting as her overheated body demanded more and more stimulation. She was quickly approaching the point of no return.


"Trainer! P-please may I cu-um?" She could feel the stirrings of the orgasm deep within her and she struggled to hold it at bay. She knew the terms of their deal, but she wanted to make absolutely certain that she had Master Evan's permission to cum.


"Yes, 57, you may," Evan responded. He increased his stimulation of her clit and watched her closely to see how well she would comply his order.


57 moaned loud and long, her back arching off the table as ecstasy took her. She grabbed the clothespins, and yanked both of them hard. As they were torn from her nipples, a strangled shriek was ripped from her throat. The muscles in her thighs quivered and shook as the pleasure continued to roll through her body unabated; the pain of the pins coming off only serving to deliciously prolong and intensify her climax. 

Afterward, softer moans escaped her as she came down from her orgasmic high. Lying there spent, she breathed deeply, willing her body to relax and trying to get the quivering of her muscles to subside. Such massive orgasms were still a shock for her. She'd never imagined they could have that kind of power. She could feel her nipples still pulsating and she brushed her fingers over their hard tips, her breath catching in her throat as the stimulation caused the muscles of her cunt to contract yet again. 

Master Evan gave her a few moments to recover then helped her to stand. Seeing she was still a bit shaky on her feet he put and arm around her and held against his side until she could support herself. "So, what have you learned from this morning's activities, 57?" he asked.

"Trainer, that pain isn't necessarily just pain...and it doesn't have to be unpleasant. It can be foreplay, it can be a distraction, and it can be an enhancement," 57 spoke quietly, her voice still husky from earlier.

"And have we helped you to get over Lindsey's fears of corporal punishments somewhat?", Evan continued. 

"Yes, Trainer," 57 responded. "I can't say that some things won't still scare me, but it will be easier for me to deal with, knowing that my body responds to intense stimuli so differently than Lindsey's."

"Of course many of the things we'll do will still be scary for you, but that fear can add to the enjoyment of the experience, much like riding a rollercoaster does. Adrenaline is a powerful drug," Evan explained. "You've gotten better at controlling your arousal, by the way. Aside from an episode when we first started with the whip, you've been able to keep your focus on what's going on and not lose yourself. As I said before, improvement comes with time and practice, but overall, I'm quite satisfied with your performance this morning."


"Thank you, Trainer," 57 felt a warm glow from the compliment, happy that she hadn't disappointed Master Evan. She was still standing within the circle of his arm, her nakedness pressed up against his rather well muscled body. Her ever-responsive nipples were hard little points against the material of his shirt and, though she had found release only a few short moments ago, she could feel her body already craving his attention again.

"We'll take a break for you to eat and get cleaned up before our next session. They've prepared something for you in the kitchen. Be back here in 90 minutes." With that, Evan removed his arm from around her shoulders. 

57 sucked on her lip as cool air replaced the warmth of Master Evan's body. She had felt happy and safe encircled by his arm and found she was quite reluctant to leave his presence. She realized though, that it wasn't her choice to make. With a quick nod, and a "Yes, Trainer," she turned around to be on her way.


"Umm, 57..." Evan said as she stepped toward the door, "I think you're forgetting something." He dangled the soaked, black scrap of fabric of her uniform from his finger.

She turned back around, her face burning crimson as she realized she had almost walked out without wearing her thong, She wasn't sure which embarrassed her more; that she'd almost paraded naked down the halls, or that Master Evan had needed to correct her forgetfulness. She retraced her steps and sheepishly retrieved her underwear.

"Thank you Trainer. I'll try to remember in the future," she said as she self-consciously slipped back into them before turning for the door once more.

57 slipped quietly down the hallway, hoping that she wouldn't meet too many people along the way. She knew that she stunk of sweat and sex and couldn't wait to get washed up. A part of her took a secret, perverse satisfaction in that though. It served as an olfactory reminder of the scary but amazing time she'd had this morning. She'd learned so much about sex, arousal, control and her new body in just the short time she'd been here, but knew she'd only scratched the surface. The thought of how much she still had to learn brought both excitement and trepidation in equal measure. Arriving at the kitchen, she pushed through the now-familiar double doors. 

The cook who'd bitten her nipple during yesterday's punishment smiled and came over with a paper bag in her hand. "Hello 57 dear," she said with a smile as she swept her gaze over her all-but-naked body, "I've made you lunch. I put a little treat in here for you too." She raised her eyes to meet 57's and her smile grew a larger, "It looks like you've had a busy morning."

"You might say that, Ma'am," 57 answered, her cheeks coloring a bit.

The cook placed a hand on 57's arm, leaned close, and told her conspiratorially, "Oh, you don't need that Ma'am stuff with me. Call me Mary."

"OK... Mary then," 57 said with a smile. Her mind drifted to memories of the wonderful things this woman had done to her breasts and nipples the previous day and she felt them harden in response. "Thank you for making me lunch. I'd best get going and get cleaned up. I hope I'll see you again soon."

"My pleasure," Mary said, her voice sounding slightly husky. She released her arm but let her fingers slide along 57's skin in a gentle caress as she did so. "I'm eager to see more of you too."

57 made her way to the trainee's quarters feeling slightly breathless, but not from the exertion of the stairs. She sat on her small bed, opened the paper bag, and looked inside. She found a sandwich in a ziploc bag, a bottle of fruit juice, some carrot and celery sticks, and a small wax paper package with a heart drawn on the outside in red marker. Setting everything out on her bed, she unwrapped the package to find a chocolate chip cookie still warm and gooey from the oven along with a small handwritten note that said, "I really loved playing with you – Mary." 57's heart felt warmed by the gift but she also felt conflicted. Lindsey had been taught, in no uncertain terms, that any sexual thoughts about someone of the same sex were evil and to be avoided at all cost. Realistically, she'd not had any choice in the matter the previous day. Evan had ordered it to happen, but she couldn't deny that she'd enjoyed Mary's attentions during her punishment.

She applied herself to her lunch, which was quite tasty, saving the cookie for last. Her mind was all over the place-- her thoughts a dizzying montage of whips, floggers, and clothespins interwoven with memories of pain, arousal, and mind-numbing orgasms. Once she'd finished with her meal, she forced herself to concentrate on the present, grabbed what she needed to clean up, and headed for the bathroom area. There, she showered, brushed her teeth and rinsed out her soaked thong in the sink before returning to her small room to brush her hair and put on a fresh "uniform".

She asked Diana how much time she had left before she was expected back at her trainer's office and, after being told she had 15 minutes, made her way back downstairs.


Once more at her trainer's door, 57 stared pensively at the shiny brass nameplate, wondering what was in store for her next. She took a deep breath and knocked. Trying to maintain her calm she waited patently for a response but none was forthcoming. She was just about to knock again when a hand fell on her shoulder and she almost jumped out of her skin.

"It seems like scaring you is the theme for today," Evan said with a laugh. "Come with me, 57. The next part of today's lesson takes place downstairs." He led her to a door hidden beneath the grand curving staircase to the second floor. Opening the door revealed a dimly lit stairway descending into the gloom. She smelled the musty air and watched Evan's back as he went down before giving herself a shake and following.




'57' Ch. 03



"We're going to what I affectionately refer to as my workshop," he told her over his shoulder. "I'm sure other words may spring to your mind when you see it."

57 watched Master Evan descend, momentarily mesmerized by his movements. He moved with a grace and purpose that surprised her as most men tended to lumber around, not caring what they stepped on in the process. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the gloomy hallway and while she was starting to feel a bit claustrophobic from the darkness and the stagnant air, she did her best to keep her attention focused on following quietly behind her trainer.


Evan stopped in front of an imposing steel door and, pulling on the handle, swung it open to the accompaniment of complaining metal hinges. From this vantage, he could see that what little light pierced the darkness was reflected from the surfaces of mysterious objects too dimly lit to be identified. Evan imagined it could be a quite daunting sight for someone seeing it the first time. Releasing the handle, he took a nervous 57 by the elbow and guided her inside.

As she entered the room she took note that most of it was lost in darkness except for a plain wooden chair sitting in a pool of illumination from an overhead spotlight. She jumped once more as the door swung closed with a solid thud behind her. Her nerves were more than a little frazzled and while it seemed that, intellectually, she was beginning to accept her lowly status, she still had a hard time accepting it emotionally. Perhaps this is part of what it means to be submissive, maybe it's normal to be constantly nervous, she thought to herself.


"Have a seat, slave," Evan told her as he released her elbow. "Oh, and you won't be needing your uniform." He held out his hand to her.

57 swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, making it impossible for her to speak. She managed to nod, slid the scrap of lacy fabric down her well toned thighs and handed it to Master Evan. Walking toward the chair, her heart thudded in a staccato rhythm in her chest. The darkly ominous room was messing with her head, making her think about all the scary things that could happen to you in the dark. Strangely though, she was also getting aroused. Is there anything that I don't find arousing anymore?, she silently chided herself. Slipping her warm backside into the cold chair, she couldn't help but wonder nervously what her trainer had planned for her this time.

Evan slipped the thong into a back pocket of his pants, then turned and disappeared into the darkness. He wasn't gone long however, and returned holding several coils of rope in his hands. These, he dropped unceremoniously to the cold concrete floor next to her chair. "As you've probably surmised from the rope, we're going to experiment a bit with bondage. As I'm sure you know, it can be a big part of D/s play. Tell me your thoughts on being tied up, 57."


"Honestly Trainer, I find the thought to be deeply exciting. Bondage always played a big part in Lindsey's fantasies," 57 couldn't keep the husky note from her voice, nor the breathlessness that accompanied it. She would have considered this near-constant state of arousal she'd experienced in the last two days extremely frustrating had it not been for the brain-meltingly intense orgasms she got in return.

"You'll find that rope is more than just something to tie you up with. Many submissives find the feel, or even the smell of it, to be arousing in their own right," Evan took a coil of rope from the pile and rubbed it against the side of her face, letting her experience its roughness and earthy scent.

The rope's heady aroma filled her nose and a trembling thrill shot through her at the feel of the course fibers against her cheek. She desperately wanted to feel it pulled tight against her arms, her legs, and body. Bits of various fantasies flashed through her mind; all of them involved seeing herself bound, rope coiling around her extremities and snaking around her body in wickedly erotic patterns. The images made her lips part in an impassioned moan. 

"We're not going to do anything too extreme at first." Evan told her. "We're just going to tie you to this chair so you can get a feel for it." He uncoiled the rope he'd been rubbing against her cheek and placed her arm against the wooden arm of the chair. He then proceeded to bind that arm down, looping and knotting the rope from her wrist to elbow. Grabbing another length of rope he repeated the process with her other arm before asking, "Tell me how that feels, 57."

"Mmmm, it's very nice Trainer," her voice came out as throaty whisper as she forced her reply past vocal cords nearly frozen from lust. This was how Lindsey had always pictured submission in her fantasies -- to be bound and helpless, unable to stop anyone from doing whatever they pleased to her.

"Glad you're enjoying yourself," Evan said, "which is fine... as long as you also stay focused." He then knelt down and bound her legs to the chair in a fashion similar to that he'd used on her arms. Finally, he took the longest bundle of rope from the floor and used it to tie her torso securely to the chair back. The rope criss-crossed between her breasts and encircled her chest in a tight embrace.

She watched him closely. For the most part, her gaze was focused on what he was doing with the rope, but occasionally it would drift to the interplay of the muscles in his forearms, or would wander over his body as she imagined what was hidden beneath his dark clothing. She felt no hint of anxiety as he crisscrossed the rope in an intricate design across her torso. As a matter of fact, the thing that commanded her attention most was the growing passion burning through her veins, heating her to the core.

Master Evan stepped back to admire his handiwork. Reading 57's body language, it was obvious to him that being bound had made his trainee extremely turned on. Her flushed skin, hard nipples, labored breathing, and glazed expression all told the story. "It appears rope agrees with you. How does it feel to be tied up and at someone's mercy?" he asked her.


57 turned her lust-glazed eyes up to her trainer, the only word that that her fevered mind could dredge up to describe how she was feeling was exhilarating, and she told him so. Her body was completely relaxed in one way, but so fired up in another that she could barley stand it. She could feel the cool air against the exposed, swollen flesh at the apex of her thighs sending goosebumps dancing across her skin. A tremor of need worked its way through her restrained body and she wished that Master Evan or anyone would do something to quell the flames of lust that already threatened to consume her. 

Evan stepped away into the darkness once more, leaving her wanton desires achingly unfulfilled. It was exquisite torture for her. She was both afraid he wouldn't come back and afraid of what would happen when he did. Mysterious sounds came from the hidden depths of the room. She could hear him rummaging around and wondered what diabolical things he would bring back to use on her. Stepping back into the light, Evan smiled at her. She was starting to learn that, when her trainer smiled, things were about to get "interesting".

"Having you tied up like this provides an excellent opportunity to show you that physical torture doesn't have to involve mechanical devices," Evan said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of black latex gloves. Making sure he had her undivided attention, he slowly pulled them on his hands like a doctor preparing for surgery.

A low moan, which she tried to stifle, mingled with a whimper as her mind processed his words and the intimidating import of the gloves. She unable to control the thudding of her heart, nor prevent the flood of wetness between her legs. She trembled at the deviant look in his eyes and fearfully wondered where this was going. Her lust-fueled imagination presented her with all sorts of terrifying and erotic scenarios.

Evan traced his gloved fingers along her cheek and then brushed them along her lips, stretching out this moment of anticipation. The smell of the rubber filled her nose, reminding her of doctor visits and the often painful or embarrassing things that happened behind those closed doors. All she could do was moan as she let the end of her tongue flick across the passing fingertips.

Having built her passion to the fever pitch he desired, Evan pulled another object from his pocket and held it up for her inspection. It looked like a tube of toothpaste, only it didn't have any labeling, and was colored blood-red. "This deceptively ordinary-looking tube contains pain, 57. Inside, is a cream that burns like fire. I'm sure you've had experience with heat rubs along the lines of Icy Hot or BenGay. This is very similar in effect although more intense. It doesn't physically damage you in any way, it simply lights up your pain receptors," Evan explained. "I think you'll find the effect to be... memorable."


"M-memorable?" 57 stammered out. Her eyebrows arched and her eyes went wide. She knew, from Lindsey's memory, what Icy Hot was, but she'd never got it anywhere near her sensitive parts. She couldn't even imagine it down there...and while that thought alone freaked her out, she let out a groan when she realized that she had absolutely no way to stop him. She desperately wanted to avoid this, despite the fact that she felt the strong need to please...or rather submit. She was beginning to realize that the reality of being helpless and at someone's mercy might not be quite as uncomplicated as her fantasies had led her to believe.

Evan cupped her chin in his gloved hand. "I want you to ask me for it, 57," he said softly, pinning her with his icy gaze. "I want to hear you say, Please rub that cream on my cunt, Trainer. I want you to hurt me."


57 couldn't even begin to break eye contact with Master Evan. Her breathing was labored now, as much from fear as desire and, though she couldn't move them, she felt an overwhelming need to wipe the clammy palms of her hands on something to dry them off. She didn't want any more pain, she wanted pleasure...needed it even. She didn't want to say the words. Still, something deep inside felt an overwhelming need to submit to Master Evan and, before she knew it, the words were spilling seemingly unbidden, from her mouth, "P-please Trainer... rub that on my... c-cunt. I want you to hurt me," her voice a quiet yet agonized plea that, once it passed her lips, allowed her to finally lower her gaze. She let her eyes follow along the intricate rope-work that restrained her arms and waited for what was to come.

"That's my good little trainee," Evan said as he straightened up. He squeezed a pea-sized dollop of cream onto the tip of his index finger and then reached down to spread her labia with his other hand, exposing her hard clit. He rubbed the cream with a slow, deliberate motion against the little nub, making sure it was well coated, and then waited for her reaction.

"T-thank you, Trainer," she said and shuddered at the contact, her core clenching in an automatic, needy response from the stimulation of her clit. She let her eyes close and her head fall back as she waited for something she was almost sure she wasn't going to enjoy experiencing. She could feel tingles in her nether region...ones that most definitely weren't normal and those tingles were slowly turning into a heat. A heat that was strangely neither hot nor cold, yet somehow both.


Evan continued his silent observation. He was interested to see how his trainee would react to this new sensation. From experience, he knew it wouldn't be long until the full effect of the cream kicked in.

57 groaned long and low in her throat as the heat gradually intensified. Her breathing became more and more labored and her skin glistened as her confused body fruitlessly tried to cool itself off. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, her hips twitching in pain-filled pleasure. 

Evan reached between his sweating charge's legs and spread her labia with his index and ring fingers. Then he tapped his middle finger on her exposed, inflamed clit and watched her stomach muscles twitch with each percussive beat.

She ground her teeth together at the taps against her burning clit, not only her stomach muscles clenching, but her hips and the muscles in her cunt clenching too in response. She knew they were only done lightly, but the sensation they produced was completely out of proportion to their strength. She grunted softly with each impact and her breathing became much harsher. She looked down and watched what he was doing, unable to tear her eyes away.

"So, 57," Evan asked, looking in her eyes as she raised her head to meet his gaze, "do you think this is memorable yet or should we do more?" As he said this he let his finger, along with its coating of cream, slide along the cleft of her cunt and circle the opening of her vagina.


The painful heat of the cream was starting to slowly ebb away, and her breathing became easier and easier to manage yet, simultaneously, her arousal seemed to skyrocket, and she could feel copious amounts of hot, slick juices pour from her aching cunt. She let out a breathy moan as she felt Master Evan's fingers near the entrance to her pussy. 57 couldn't manage to find her tongue to get the words out in answer to Master Evan's question so at first she nodded her head in affirmation then shook her head no, unable to sort out her lust-addled thoughts.


"You do realize that I asked you a question, 57?" Evan punctuated his question with a hard slap to her burning pussy. "It seems I've told you before that this isn't just for your pleasure. Don't tell me you're getting sidetracked again," Evan told her sarcastically.


Evan let his fingers return to her clit, this time not using gentle taps but firm pressure; knowing that the pressure of his fingers would reignite the heat of the cream, and also knowing that he was spreading it to previously unexposed areas of her sensitive skin, he expected round two of this exercise to be just as interesting for 57.

57 bit back a cry of pain as the hand connected in a harsh slap against her sensitive cunt. "Oh...g-god! Sorry Trainer!" Another gasp, this time of surprise, escaped her lips as she felt that heat taking off again as Master Evan pressed his coated fingers firmly against her sensitive flesh. She could feel the outer labia as well as the entrance to her cunt begin to tingle now and she moaned helplessly in frustration.

She took a few deep breaths trying to regulate her pain receptors as well as respond to his original question. "I think, Trainer, that in this specific case, I want you to do to me whatever it is that you want to." 57 trailed off wondering what manner of diabolical treatment she'd just signed herself up for.

"What makes you think that I can't already do whatever I want to you, slave? For one; I own you while you're in training, and two; it's not like you can do anything to stop me while you're tied to this chair. I view answers like that as a cop-out, a way to avoid giving a true response to my question. What if I'm in the mood to give you more pain? Shall I just assume that what you're requesting?"

Shit!, she thought. Sometimes she didn't know what answers to give. She wanted more, yes...but she was tired of pain. She wanted something pleasant. Something that gave all of her aches a release.

"T-Trainer, no. I don't really want more pain...I'm just so fucking horny! I need to cum!" Her face turned a deep crimson at the admission.


"And you think that asking me to do whatever I want will make me take pity on you and let you fucking cum? I would suggest you work on your logic a bit, specifically cause and effect. I detect a distinct gap in your education that needs repaired. Of course, it is my job to educate you, I suppose."

"No Trainer, my logic was simply the fact that I don't have a say. I apologize. If you want me to have more pain, then I will have more pain. I am hoping though, that good behavior may eventually lead to an orgasm." She looked down a bit shame-faced. She felt slutty and wanton, which didn't sit well with Lindsey's psyche at the moment. She had also cursed earlier -- out loud, which made it even worse, and to top it all off it was an f-bomb. Right now she just wanted to concentrate on feeling good to the exclusion of everything else and, with cream setting her loins on fire, she couldn't. The constant struggle to turn the pain into pleasure was beginning to wear her down. 

"Well perhaps it's time for a change of pace, but maybe not quite what you've been expecting," Evan turned toward the darkness and said, "David, come on over. I think you've been a spectator long enough." 

The man that 57 had observed the night before having dinner with Master Evan emerged from the shadows. He surveyed her naked and restrained body with hungry eyes and a lecherous grin.

"You may not realize it, but you and David have interacted before. Well, actually, Lindsey and David have interacted," Evan said. "Say hello to our newest trainee, won't you?"

"Hello, 57," the bald stranger said, "I've been looking forward to this meeting for quite some time."

57 felt as if the bottom of her stomach had just dropped away, and guiltily felt like she had been caught red-handed, even though she technically hadn't. Her earlier 'Oh Shit' feeling was back and had intensified tenfold over what she'd felt then. In a way, she grateful for the ropes binding her to the chair because she wanted to hide from this. She knew that voice like she knew almost everything else about herself: through Lindsey's memories. Sitting there frozen, she was finally able put a face to the deeply erotic, commanding voice that Lindsey had masturbated to both on the phone and in her fantasies. She said nothing in response though, partly because she hadn't really been asked to speak but mostly because she wasn't sure she even could. Lowering her gaze to the floor, she instead concentrated on trying to slow the near thunderous beat of her heart.


"I'm hurt, 57. I truly am." David said, "After all we've shared, I don't even get a hello? You won't even look at me?" He paused for a moment then ordered her in a commanding voice, "Look at me slut! Do you forget me so easily?" 

"N-no, Maestro," 57's voice was hoarse and quavery despite her best efforts to keep it under control. Slowly she dragged her eyes up, forcing herself to meet his. Every inch was a struggle.

"I see my surprise was effective and that you do remember who this is," Evan told her. "What Lindsey doesn't know is that David, or Maestro as she knows him, is one of our scouts. When a scout finds a candidate that is cloned, he gets a reward. David's reward is you, 57. He gets to take your new body's virginity. I'm sure Lindsey fantasized about submitting to her Maestro, now you'll get to experience it first-hand." 

Evan turned to address his companion, "David... she's all yours. You might want the antidote to the cream, though, or you may have a hotter time than anticipated," With a laugh, he tossed a blue tube of cream to Maestro.

Answering Evan's laugh with his own, Maestro replied, "Quite true, my friend. I'm definitely not a fan of Szechuan cock."

57 trembled but said nothing. She wasn't quite sure if she wanted to be left alone with Maestro. Yes, she'd played with him on the phone and in chat rooms, but doing it for real was something she'd never thought would happen. Before, she knew she could simply hang up the phone or log off of the computer if things got too intense. Here, she had no such protection. 57 found that, in the flesh, her online play partner was truly intimidating, but she also couldn't quell the unmistakable flutter of anticipation curling through her midsection at the thought of playing with him for real. 




'57' Ch. 03



Maestro walked up to 57 and knelt down beside her chair. Reaching for the rope holding down one of her arms, he began to untie it. While doing so, he told her, "You know, I still play with Lindsey. In fact, I talked to her just three nights ago. I spun her a fantasy about being abducted and taken to a secret training school for slaves. She seemed to enjoy it quite a bit, though she thought the scenario a bit... farfetched," He laughed the evil laugh that she remembered so well.

57 let her gaze follow Maestro's movements, finding that the unwinding of the rope was just as mesmerizing as it was when it was being put on. She wasn't sure what to say in reference to his playing with Lindsey so she simply sat there watching him. 

Once Maestro had freed her arm, he squirted some of the cream from the blue tube into the palm of her hand. "Rub that into your cunt, slut. It will stop the burn," he told her, "and make sure you neutralize every bit of the heat rub. I don't want any surprises later. If my cock starts burning, I'll make sure you fucking regret it." He then moved to untie the leg on the same side as the arm he'd been working on.

Heat suffused her face at his words. She most certainly felt like a slut at the moment. Despite the flames of fire licking at her sensitive pussy she could still feel the arousal that had been beating at her all this time. Her hand was halfway to her cunt before she stopped the motion. It had felt like the thing to do just because he told her to. Lindsey had done almost everything he had told her to. 57 remembered once when Lindsey had to tried to buck his authority. Maestro had told her she wasn't allowed to cum for a week. Needless to say, even when she had tried to get off, she couldn't. 

Seeing her hesitation, Maestro told her, "Go ahead and let it burn if you'd rather, fucktoy. Maybe you like it more than you let on, eh? All I've got to say is, that shit better be worked into that pussy of yours by the time these ropes are untied. Understood?"

She ground her teeth in frustration but she didn't stop herself this time as her hand moved to rub the cream into her sensitive, burning flesh. The relief was almost immediate, like throwing cold water on a fire. She wouldn't have been surprised if there had been a hissing noise and a cloud of steam rising from her crotch, so abrupt had been the change of temperature. With the flames extinguished, she could feel her body relax somewhat and made herself open her eyes, not having realized she'd closed them, to find that he was almost done with the ropes. 

Maestro untied the last knot and straightened up to full height. He reached down, grabbed a handful of her hair, gave her head a shake and told her, "On your knees at my feet, slut. You know that's where you belong. It's time to serve your Master."

57 slipped from the chair, Maestro's hand in her hair causing goosebumps to cover her skin from her scalp all the way to the tips of her fingers. She looked up at him worried about what he wanted from her, yet wanting to give him what he wanted regardless. Her lips parted as her face and eyes came level with the bulge in his pants. She could feel her mouth watering and she swallowed reflexively before she brought her eyes back up to look at his face, waiting for further instructions. 

Using the leverage of his grip on her hair, Maestro rubbed his leather-clad crotch against the submissive woman's face. He felt his cock growing hard in his pants and was eager to collect his reward. At the same time, though, he didn't want to rush, he wanted to savor every moment of using her. "Of course you know what this position is for, don't you whore?"

She was aghast at her body's extremely lusty reaction as Maestro had rubbed himself against her. What kind of women gets off on being treated like this?! she wondered. Pushing the thought aside, she concentrated on the question posed to her. "Y-yes Maestro, I do know what the position is used for. I've just nev--never..." her words trailed off and she looked down at the floor, heat turning her ears and face pink.

"I want to hear you say it, slut," Maestro said, jerking her head back up, "Tell me what it's for."

57 bit her lip hard, wishing they could skip all this talking and just get down to business. Her body was needy and achy and she had nothing else to distract her from her deepening arousal. She couldn't bring herself to say the words but she thought about them, and just thinking about it made the muscles in her sex clench tightly. 


Maestro crouched down, tightened his grip painfully in her hair, got right in her face, and said angrily, "You'd best learn to do as you're told when you're told to do it or things will get unpleasant," He forcefully punctuated each emphasized word with a shake to her head, "Now, again, tell me what the position is for."

She wasn't sure that she could get the words out of her mouth even if she wanted to. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment, as her heart stuttered and she contemplated her choices.


Maestro slapped her across the face -- hard, "I don't think you fully appreciate your situation, slut. Master Evan has given you to me to be used. For now, I own you and can do whatever I want with you. You should consider what you do and say next very carefully. If you want it rougher, I'll be happy to oblige."

She gasped but otherwise kept silent, trying to regulate the pain blooming across her cheek. She was unable to stop the tears that sprang to her eyes. This extreme forcefulness was something she hadn't had to deal with in years, but it was a mindset easily enough slipped back into. 57 thought for a moment before she managed to grind out through clenched teeth, "Blowjobs Maestro, this position is used for blowjobs." 

"Much better, 57," Maestro told her as he stood back up once more, "Now be a good girl and get my cock out."

The trembling of her body made it impossible to steady her hands as they moved toward front of his pants. She fumbled a few seconds with the button but managed to slip it through its hole, then worked to tug the zipper down past the growing bulge of his erection.

"Get on with it, fucktoy," Maestro growled, "Don't try my patience. I only have so much and you've already used up quite a bit of it."


An apology spilled unbidden from her mouth, it was her natural instinct to try to appease with words and actions. She inhaled and her mouth watered a bit with the combined scents of bodywash, leather, and male musk -- definitely a smell she could get used to. Her hand slid into his pants and pulled his hardening erection free. While she remembered what the male sexual organ looked like she'd rarely been this up-close to one and the flush spread across her face and neck with redoubled intensity.

Maestro looked down at her fingers encircling his member and enjoyed the vibration caused by the slight tremble in her hand. The tip of 57's tongue licked across her upper lip as he watched. Using his command voice, he said, "Tell me what happens next, slut. Tell me what that mouth of yours is going to do for the first time in your or Lindsey's life."


"Maestro," 57 spoke, looking up at him before she continued. "Maestro, I'm not good with words, may I show you instead?" She shivered a bit, unsure of what his reaction would be, but she couldn't help it, she had to at least try to evade this.


"I'm not going to say this again, 57, so pay attention," Maestro told her, "When I tell you to do something, you do it. You don't try to weasel out of it, you don't try to make deals, you obey! There will be no more warnings from this point on, only punishment. Do you understand me?"

She nodded her head fervently, unable to speak for the teeth digging in to her bottom lip. Her breathing was ragged and she still wasn't sure that she could say what he was telling her to. She knew she wanted to do it, physically speaking, but the thought of speaking the taboo words seemed impossible. She released her lip from her teeth. Her mouth tried to form the words but it seemed they were stuck somewhere in her throat, unable to emerge.


Maestro turned and disappeared into the darkness beyond the pool of the floodlight. He returned quickly though, his cock wagging obscenely as he walked. "Don't say I didn't warn you, slut," he said as he reached down and placed a clamp on each of her nipples. Unlike the clothespins Evan had used previously, these had much stronger springs. They looked like miniature versions of the clamps on the ends of a jumper cable. 


She shrieked as they bit into her sensitive flesh. Her nipples were already sensitive from their earlier abuse. Trying to breath through the pain and process it as she'd been taught to do, she shifted from one knee to the other. It took her a few moments but she finally managed to stutter out, "S-suck y-you..."

"Suck me, whore? Suck my what?" he demanded.

She choked on the word 'cock' like she feared she would choke on the real thing. She just couldn't force the word past her lips. Her breathing became harsher and, even though she knew there would be more punishment in response, she fell silent.

Maestro reached down and grasped both the clamps tightly. Using them as handles, and to the accompaniment of the scream that tore from her throat, he pulled her upright. Continuing to apply upward pressure, he forced her to stand on the tips of her toes. Once more he pressed his face close to hers and said threateningly, "Say it, you stupid cunt! Suck... my... what?"

Her nipples were twin, hot, points of agony, and she struggled to think clearly. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, her throat tight as she stood up to the very tips of her toes trying to relieve some of the intense pressure on her nipples. Still, she remained silent.

Evan's voice came from the dark, "57 you're starting to disappoint me. I gave you to David to use. When I set you a task, you're supposed to do it to the best of your ability, correct? Your continued recalcitrance reflects badly on my training, and my reputation is very important to me. Make no mistake, my punishments can be much more imaginative than his."

Hearing Master Evan's voice, she turned her head and looked for him, but the darkness outside of her immediate area remained impenetrable. Her throat constricted painfully at the thought of disappointing him, and a tear rolled unbidden down her cheek. Then, she felt a flash of anger. This man, Maestro, was the reason she was here to begin with. If he hadn't found Lindsey, the Corp would never have cloned her. She felt he'd betrayed her... actually Lindsey's, trust. To top it all off, he had put her in a situation that caused Master Evan to be upset with her. She pushed all of these feelings as far back into the recesses of her mind that she could. The only thing she wanted was to get this done and over with. She felt a small sense of comfort though, knowing her trainer hadn't abandoned her completely.

Turning back to Maestro, she stared blankly at him before saying in a whisper soft voice, "Your cock, Maestro. I'm going to suck your cock."


He gave a little laugh and said to her, "See? Was that really so hard? Now that the description is out of the way, you may proceed with the demonstration. Back on your knees, slut." Maestro squeezed the handles of the clamps allowing them to pop off of her nipples. 

With the release of the upward pressure, 57 stumbled and had to work to regain her balance. As she righted herself, she managed to get down on her knees somewhat gracefully. She looked up at his cock wondering how he wanted her to go at this, but since his order had only been to get on her knees she didn't attempt to try anything more, instead turning her gaze to some black point in the near distance.


Maestro grabbed his cock by its root and rubbed it on her face. "In these liberated times its so rare to find a woman that's never sucked a cock. It will be interesting to see how much technique you have 'out of the box'," he said, talking more to himself than to her. He traced the head of his dick across her pouty lips leaving a shining trail of precum in its wake.

57 didn't respond to Maestro's rubbing of his cock on her face and lips, nor did she reply to his statement. It wasn't required of her actually. Instead, she focused on that black spot and schooled her features so that the pain of her throbbing nipples didn't show. Her feet were already going to sleep as she knelt there, but she ignored that too, keeping an ear trained on Maestro so she could reply if he said something that required a response.

"OK, slut, it's time to show me what skills your fantasy blowjobs have allowed you to develop," Maestro said, "Suck my cock."


57 looked upward again to Maestro, wondering how to even start. Lindsey had never done this to anyone, including her husband, and even as a rebellious teenager she hadn't done anything more extreme than petting. Her lips felt weird with the now-dried precum on them, so her tongue darted out to moisten them and came back with her first, though weak, taste of him. She let her eyes travel over his erection, from the bulbous head, along the large, heavily veined girth, to the root that was still enclosed in his hand. 57 leaned forward and inhaled as she rubbed her lips along the length of his cock starting from the base going to the head. She took in his musky scent and her body instinctively started to respond, even though she didn't want it to. Her eyes looked upward to observe his reactions, needing to know whether her actions pleased him and she tentatively flicked her tongue out, hitting the tip of his dick where precum still oozed.

"That's a very nice start, slut. You've obviously at least thought about this before," he said as he returned her gaze, "and that's a much better attitude. You may impress me yet."

Her heart fluttered a bit in appreciation of the praise and this time she ran the flat of her tongue from the base of his cock down the sensitive line of his circumcision back to his head where she picked up more of his juices. She moaned softly as a new explosion of his flavor hit her tongue and, even as she hated herself for it, she clenched her thighs together more tightly, trying to give herself some small measure of stimulation to ease the aching need that was starting to build there yet again.

Maestro leaned his head back and luxuriated in the feel of her lips and tongue slipping along his cock. He thought back to the first time he'd encountered Lindsey in a chat room that was part of his daily rounds when he was on the prowl for new subs. Even then, he'd seen something special in her, in spite of her lack of experience. That first impression had only been reinforced on further contact, and he'd eagerly submitted her for further evaluation by the Corp. Here was the reward for his effort. 57 was Lindsey, but a version of her that had been transformed into every man's wet dream. He did his best to control his raging libido. He wanted this to last.


57 ran her tongue around the head of his cock then slowly took it into the hot wet depths of her mouth. Sealing her fulls lips around the wide girth, she flicked her tongue along the seam at the tip of his cock before applying a soft suction and fluttering her tongue along the underside. Slowly, she pushed herself further down his shaft, working him in to her mouth inch by inch. She moaned again, transmitting the vibrations to the erect member and feeling Maestro tremble in response. 

"My God, woman!" Maestro moaned, "You're a natural! How is it you've never sucked a cock before?" He felt his breath start to rasp in his throat and his knees grow weak. He'd been expecting to just have to grab her head and fuck her unresponsive mouth, but this performance was totally unexpected. Instead, he found himself willing to let her take things at her own pace and explore.

Having heard his response as well as having picked up on his ragged breathing, a heady sense of power filled her, making her blood boil. 57 moaned again and, taking a deep breath as she pulled free, pushed herself all the way back down the length of his cock once more. The muscles in the back of her throat quivered threateningly and she pulled back instantly, using suction and running her tongue along the underside of him as she slid her lips back toward his tip.

Her plunge down the length of his member threatened to turn him into a quivering puddle of jello. Where has she learned such skills? he wondered to himself. Maestro was no stranger to blowjobs, but it was the rare woman who could affect him this way. He felt he was in danger of losing control of this situation, but found it impossible pull himself away from her exquisitely delicious mouth.

57 squirmed where she knelt, unable to sit still with her pussy dripping its desire. Somewhere during this process, she'd become ravenous for him. Or maybe it was for his cock...she didn't really know and didn't really care enough to examine it closely. Holding her breath, she pushed herself back down his length, forcing the muscles of her throat to relax and allow him entry.

Maestro moaned once more as her lips traveled the entire length of him until her nose was buried in his crotch. Attempting to make some pithy comment to salvage some of his dignity, he found himself unable to form coherent sentences, much like 57's earlier predicament. All he could do was concentrate on keeping his wobbly knees locked so he could remain upright.

She swallowed hard while his cock was deep in her throat then had to pull away. Now that she knew she could take him all the way in, she began to get into a rhythm, slowly sucking him in until he was all the way down the back of her throat then slipping off again till her lips just encircled his head. Occasionally, she would pause and swallow to give some extra stimulation to the head of his cock but, for the most part, she kept her throat nice and relaxed as she moved him in and out its warm and wet depths while, simultaneously, letting her tongue dance along the underside of his shaft.


Maestro felt the boiling at the base of his balls that signaled an impending orgasm. Grabbing her head he pulled her from his cock, the suction of her mouth making a popping sound as it slipped from her lips. He wasn't ready to cum yet. He still had a pussy to deflower. "I'm loathe to admit it, slut, but you surprised me with your cocksucking skills," he told her, "but we have other orifices to explore before I'm done with you." With that, he turned and disappeared into the darkness once more.

She watched him retreat into the shadows unable to stop the whimper that escaped her. Her body had been played so much recently she felt wound tighter than a 9-day clock. Trembling from the hot arousal that coursed through her body, she was having the hardest time controlling her desire to reach down and rub her pussy until she came.


Returning from the shadows, Maestro dropped some black leather objects at her side, "Put those on your ankles and wrists, slut," he ordered her, while stepping out of his pants. He could see the inside of her thighs glistening with the creamy leakage from her cunt and knew he wasn't going to need any lube for what was to come. 

Momentarily startled by the objects dropping in front of her, she picked them up. On closer inspection, they were revealed to be leather cuffs with a soft cushiony material on the inside for comfort. Looking back to Maestro she asked, "Should they be tight or can they have some slack.?"


"They should fit snugly but not tight enough to constrict your circulation and just loose enough to be rotated around your arm or leg," Maestro told her almost conversationally. He tossed his pants on the chair and waited.




'57' Ch. 03



57 put the cuffs on quickly and efficiently, then returned to kneeling position, hands behind her back this time as she awaited for further instructions.

"Diana, turn the lights on the horse, please," Maestro said. 

"Yes Sir," Diana's voice answered immediately. 

Another spotlight came on to illuminate another part of the room. The pool of light revealed what looked like a sawhorse of quite sturdy construction with leather padding on its cross-piece.

"Get over there, slut," Maestro ordered. As 57 rose to her feet to comply, he put her hand on her shoulder, pushed her back down, and told her gruffly, "No! Don't walk. Get back on the floor and crawl like a good little bitch."

At his sharp reprimand, she got back down to her knees and crawled over to the sawhorse, the hardware on her cuffs making soft jingling noises. Her knees were already sore from kneeling so long on the hard concrete floor but she didn't complain. Arriving at her destination, she returned to her position, kneeling with her legs slightly spread and arms behind her back.


Maestro followed along behind, enjoying the swing of her tits and jiggle of her ass as she crawled. Once they reached the piece of equipment, he grabbed her hair again, hauled her to her feet and bent her over the sawhorse. He silently indicated for her to spread her legs by tapping the toe of his boot between her calves and then secured each ankle cuff to a sawhorse leg with a short length of chain. Going around to the other side, he restrained her wrists in the same fashion. 

Stepping back around behind her, he paused to admire her lush ass and the wet cunt peeking out from between her legs before saying, "I have a question for you slut. Do you recall the lessons I gave Lindsey on how I'm supposed to be addressed?"

"Yes, I recall those lessons," she replied softly as she stared at the floor. Her heart thumped loudly against her ribcage as adrenaline kicked in. She imagined all the things he could do to as punishment while she was helplessly chained to the sawhorse.

"Then why," Maestro asked as he delivered a stingingly hard slap to her upturned, helpless ass, "Aren't you doing it slut? I trained Lindsey better than that."

"I'm sorry Maestro!" 57 gasped out at his blow, but she couldn't stifle the impassioned groan a second later as her body responded to the painful stimulus with a rush of erotic electricity.

"Then make sure it doesn't happen again," he said as he delivered another open-handed blow to the other cheek of her ass. He rubbed his hand across her warming posterior and continued, "Let me provide you with an incentive to not buck my authority any more," He then proceeded to rain more spanks on her hand-printed behind.

Oh dear god, she thought as the other cheek of her ass was slapped. Her body trembled in delightful pleasure as her nerve endings converted everything that should have been pain into a very pleasurable sensation that resulted in her clit pulsing with lightning-like flashes after every blow to her ass.

Maestro was no longer really thinking about punishment. He was simply enjoying spanking 57. Each blow created a wave that carried through the reddened flesh of her posterior in almost mesmerizing fashion and the sound of his hand slapping against her was music to his ears. He could tell from the way she was moaning that she was actually enjoying this and it wasn't truly a punishment for her, but he was having too much fun to care. How he wished he could have a sub like this for his own, personal use!

"M-Maestrooo...please!" Her voice sounded strangled even to her own ears and her toes had curled up as goosebumps raced across her flushed skin. She was struggling to contain the orgasm that had been building all evening and she wasn't sure that she could for much longer.


"You need to cum bitch?", Maestro growled, "OK..." He lined the head of his cock up with the drooling, spasming opening of her cunt, then shoved himself into her in one hard push, "Cum for me, slut!"

With the sundering of her virginity came a sharp burst of pain that made her scream as stars exploded behind the closed lids of her eyes. Her orgasm was intense and powerful. The waves of hot, electric pleasure rolled through her, causing the muscles of her cunt squeeze down tightly on the fleshy invader shoved deep within her.

Maestro found that his cock was literally locked inside of the convulsing submissive. He couldn't have moved it even if he'd wanted to. The massage he was getting from her pulsing grip on his cock was so intense that he didn't feel the desire to move though. It felt like she was trying to pull the cock from his body and he reveled in the sensation. That, combined with the heat of her inflamed ass pressed up against his hips and stomach almost pushed him over the edge himself, but he gritted his teeth and held on, trying to hold back his own orgasm.

57 moaned as the continued pulses shot through her. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and, as the intense orgasm finally began to subside. She turned her head as much as she could to look at Maestro only to find his face locked into a rictus of pleasure. 57 knew that Lindsey's husband had never looked quite so happy to be in the same place. As a matter of fact, there had never been anything remotely resembling doggy style in their house. Missionary was the only accepted standard.


Feeling his cock finally released from 57's vice-like grip, Maestro slowly withdrew until just the head was in the opening of her vagina then slowly fed himself back into her, feeling the velvety smooth inner walls part and slide along his length in a most delicious fashion. His eyes were closed and his mouth set in a small unconscious smile as he savored the sensation of slowly fucking her cunt. He knew he couldn't go too fast or he'd soon boil over so, for now, he kept a slow, gentle pace, keeping himself on the edge.

The feeling of her quivering walls massaging him put Maestro in a generous mood, "You may cum when you like, fucktoy, you don't need to ask my permission." With that, he picked up his pace, beginning to fuck her with long powerful strokes.

Her eyes were glazed with lust as she turned back around to look at Maestro again. "Thank you, Maestro," Her breathing was getting ragged again and her pussy was positively dripping cream. She relished the feel Maestro moving in and out of her, the friction quickly bringing her blood to a boil once more.


The room was filled with the sounds of harsh breathing, moaning, and the wet slap of flesh against flesh. Maestro began once more to spank 57's rosy ass, wanting to push her over the edge so he could feel the vice of her cunt muscles clamp down on him again. He knew their tight grip would literally milk the cum from his cock.

57 moaned deeply, the stinging of her ass, combined with the delicious hard thrusts from Maestro's cock, hurtling her over the edge and into another powerful climax; one she hadn't even seen coming. She tensed up as her whole body was suffused with a wave of heat so intense that it made her gasp for air. As her pussy muscles tightened nearly to the point of pain around his cock, her lips parted and a guttural cry of animalistic release was forced from her throat.

Maestro didn't hold back this time, not that he could have even if he'd wanted to. 57's grip on his manhood was much too intense. His cum came rocketing out of his tightly held member and flooded into her in a torrent. His whole body was wracked with waves of pleasure and he wouldn't have cared at that moment if her powerful muscles truly had ripped his cock from his body. 

As his orgasm finally subsided, he felt light-headed and had to grab the sawhorse's cross-piece on each side of the still trembling 57 to steady himself. He worked to control his breathing and steady the pounding of his heart. Once again he marveled at the Corp's handiwork and how it had taken the raw potential of Lindsey and molded it into this creature of fantasy.


"Good girl," he managed to get out between labored breaths. "Someday, I'm going to have to get Lindsey in this same situation so I can compare the two of you. I'm pretty sure, though, that you'd win that competition."


57 managed to get out a 'Thank you Maestro' though her body was trembling so badly it almost seemed to vibrate. She let out a soft sigh and let her eyes slip shut for the moment, her brain too blissed out on endorphins and other pleasure chemicals to care about what he wanted to do with Lindsey.


Having collected himself, Maestro pulled his softening cock from her still quivering cunt and unchained her from the horse. Master Evan entered the pool of light and held out a hand to help her get up while Maestro shakily went to retrieve his pants and pull them on. Once he was dressed again, he returned and leaned against the apparatus to talk to Evan.

"You're a lucky man to have a trainee like this one, Evan," Maestro said. "I'd give a lot to be in your shoes."

"She has some good points," Evan answered noncommittally, "but she still has quite a few rough edges that need to be knocked off."

Evan turned to her, held out her thong, and said, "57, put on your uniform and wait here. I'll be back after seeing David out." He turned back to Maestro and the two of them walked off into the darkness toward the door. The creak of the hinges was followed with a solid thunk of the door closing a few seconds later, leaving 57 alone in the pool of light.

She took the scrap of cloth that made up her uniform and slipped it back on, not making a sound. Worry nagged at her at Master Evan's words, she knew she had seriously messed up and it made her stomach churn. She slipped to the floor, closed her eyes, and leaned her head against the sawhorse. Her bottom lip quavered threateningly and she bit the inside of her cheek trying to give her mind something else to concentrate on rather than the shame flooding through her at disappointing her Trainer.


Evan led David to the top of the stairs. They didn't really say much. Each was wrapped in their own thoughts about what had just happened. David was simply reliving the memories, and Evan was evaluating 57's performance and organizing the points he wanted to make to her in their coming discussion. 

After seeing David off, he turned and descended the stairs once more, his discussion plan solidifying in his head. Reaching the metal door, he pushed it open.

57's head was slumped down against her knees with her arms wrapped around her shins. She heard the door open and knew Master Evan had returned. Not really certain of the protocol here she decided to err on the side of caution. She had already disappointed him once, she wouldn't do it again. She stood up, and slipped her arms behind her back, each hand holding the opposite elbow, legs spread shoulder width apart. Somehow, she managed to raise her head and fix her eyes on an imaginary spot in the darkness beyond her...when all she really wanted to do was curl into a ball.

Evan entered the pool of light, walked over to her, crossed his arms and regarded her without saying a word for a few moments, letting the silence stretch out uncomfortably. He could see that she was nervous – as she should be, since she'd needed to be reprimanded by both him and Maestro. 

"Do you remember what you told me about insubordinate behavior after yesterday's punishment, 57?" he asked her.

She was determined not to cry like a baby, but a tear that had already escaped and was rolling down her face. She nodded before managing to say huskily, "Yes, Trainer."


"Tell me," he said flatly.

57 swallowed hard before she spoke, reciting verbatim what she had said the other day, "I do apologize for being insubordinate... there truly is no excuse for my behavior and I can only say that I'll do my best to ensure that it won't happen again." She wanted to continue on and explain, but, as with yesterday, there were no excuses. Just because it was mortifying didn't make it any less of her responsibility to have spoken the "dirty" words when commanded to do it; though truthfully, she really hadn't considered that insubordination, simply her mouth refusing to do what her brain commanded.

"Your promise lasted just over 24 hours," Evan said, "unless you're saying what you did today was your best. If so, it's piss poor. I take promises very seriously, 57. Evidently you don't... Evidently you were just trying to blow smoke up my ass. Surely you weren't promising to not be insubordinate to just me? You knew David's rules, yet you consciously flouted them. Tell me why."


She sniffled a bit, fighting the urge to fidget before she responded to Master Evan, "It wasn't truly conscious, Trainer. Just as you are training me here to act a certain way, Lindsey was taught to act a certain way when she was growing up. I'm sure you know almost as much about her past as I do, but I recall a time when she was very small, probably 3 or 4 years old, and was punished severely for saying bad words. When I realized what I was doing, it was easy enough to continue resisting him because I found that I resented him so much..." She trailed off quietly not really knowing where to go from there.

"You still found it easy after I had already corrected you once? Did you think I wouldn't notice? Even David noticed and he was mostly thinking with his dick! Listen to what you just said: 'When I realized what I was doing'. When you realized you were doing something wrong you should have stopped, 57. Instead, you chose to continue, from that point it wasn't unconscious, it was a deliberate choice you made."

"I amend my statement then...it wasn't all unconscious... I am sorry that I disappointed you Trainer." Her words were barely audible and she was trembling all over; partly due to physical exhaustion and partly due to emotional stress.

"Let me clue you in to something, 57," Evan told her. "I realized you were having trouble verbalizing and I knew where it came from. Since we haven't touched on that in your training yet, I knew you needed something to break your mind out of the vicious cycle it was in. My admonishment was meant to give you that kick you needed, and it worked. I considered that a minor infraction and we'll work on verbalization in the future. However, your refusal to address your Dominant in the required manner is something I consider a much more serious offense as it was insubordination, plain and simple. You knew you were doing wrong, yet did it anyway. That, along with your broken promise, are the major sources of my disappointment in you, and will require punishment. You'll see what that entails tomorrow. We're delaying it because, in your current emotional and physical state, I don't think your punishment would be as effective as I'd like, plus I have an appointment that I have to deal with tonight. I'll leave you to meditate upon this evening's behavior and will expect to see you in my office tomorrow morning at eight. You'll find some food in the kitchen to take to your room. You're dismissed."

A floodlight turned on highlighting the metal door that led into the hallway. 57 walked slowly toward it with slumped shoulders and downcast eyes. Upon reaching it, she pushed it open, exited the room and pushed it shut behind her. Momentarily overcome by her emotions, she leaned her back against the cold metal and sobbed quietly to herself with tears streaming down her face. Evan's disappointment was like a knife in her heart. She had been so sincere in her promise yesterday and yet she'd broken it at almost the first opportunity. All she could do now was resolve to do better and accept her punishment without complaint. She knew she deserved it and, hopefully, completing whatever task Evan set for her would help assuage the crushing feeling of guilt she now felt at having betrayed her trainer's trust.

Taking a shaky breath and wiping the tears from her eyes, she got her feet moving again and made her way to the kitchen. She found it was deserted except for a paper bag with '57' written on it in black marker. Picking it up, she turned and made her way to her room.

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Serafina glided silently down the second floor hallway. To a casual observer, she would appear calm and unhurried, but closer observation would reveal a slight flush to her cheeks and heavier than normal breathing. She was excited. She was on her way to a meeting with Master Evan. The stated purpose of the meeting was to discuss 57 and what part she was to play in her training, but Fina expected that wouldn't be all that would happen. Private "discussions" with Evan often took interesting and enjoyable turns. The two had become close during her training and had remained so in the intervening years even though their meetings remained few and far between, as her normal duties required her to travel extensively. She'd jumped at the chance to assist him with his newest trainee, however, and was eager to get some hands-on time – both with 57 and her trainer.

She finally arrived at an unmarked door. It was heavy and looked to have been lovingly handcrafted; the work of some unknown, but skilled, craftsman. Letting her fingers idly trace along some of the detailed carvings in the wood, she took a deep and calming breath. She couldn't fully contain her excitement. Other than some brief encounters in the course of their duties the day before, it had been close to a year since they'd had any contact, even longer since they'd had any of the intimate sort and that, to be honest, was what she hoped for tonight. Curling her hand into a fist she knocked lightly on the door and moved her body to stand at attention. Regardless of the fact that she was no longer a trainee here and was Evan's equal in the Corp's hierarchy in many respects, she would always consider him her Master and her behavior reflected that. 

Hearing the soft tap at his door, Evan put down the book he'd been reading, and said loudly enough to penetrate the thick door, "Enter."

Serafina pushed open the heavy door, surprised as always that it moved as silently and easily as it did. Stepping inside, she turned and gently shut it behind her before returning to attention, her gaze searching the room for a second before it locked onto Master Evan. His apartment was decorated in a tastefully understated masculine style, from the brown suede leather couch and chairs, the cherry stained hardwood floors, to the books lining the walls. She had changed her outfit slightly for their appointment and it now consisted of only the collar around her neck, a cupless red lace bra that held her D-sized breasts up for display, and a red lace g-string that barely covered her sex. 

Evan eyes lit up as he took in her outfit, and he took a moment to let his eyes travel over Fina's luscious curves. Smiling, he stood, pulled the belt of his dressing gown tight, walked to her and said, "I swear you look better every time I see you, Fina. Here... come sit with me and we'll talk." he held out his hand to lead her to the sofa.

"How are you, Sir?" Serafina asked taking his offered hand. She couldn't hide the huskiness of her voice, Master Evan always awakened her carnal desires and it showed from her hardened nipples, the dilation of her pupils and the erratic fluttering of her heart beat. She knew he could read those signs and that knowledge only heightened her arousal.

Evan led her to the sofa and sat her down next to him. Breathing a sigh, he answered, "Personally, I'm fine. I had a bit of a setback with 57 earlier, though that's to be expected with someone as untrained as she is. Her training certainly isn't going to go as smoothly as yours did. Which is, of course, one of the reasons you're here – to provide an example for her to emulate. Tell me how you're doing my dear, and give me your impressions of our new trainee."




'57' Ch. 04



This is a work of fiction. The characters and events in this story are not real, although some of the characters have been loosely patterned after people I know or know of.

I've chosen to list this story in the Sci-Fi/Fantasy category since that's where it seems to fit best to me. The reasons for this will become more apparent in later chapters. There will be a substantial amount of BDSM in the story however; just a friendly warning, in case that's not your thing.

I want to thank a former submissive of mine (who wishes to remain anonymous) for her contributions to writing this story. Her insights and feedback have been invaluable to me as is her continued friendship.

A good portion of the dialog of this series was originally written as a role-play between my friend and me, thus the back and forth narrative nature and dual points of view of many parts of the story.

I apologize for the long delay between this chapter and the last. Unfortunately, real life issues interfere at times.





'57' Ch. 04



"Diana?" she asked as she shoveled.

"Yes, 57?" Diana responded.

57 hadn't been sure if Diana's reach extended out here and she filed that fact away before continuing, "What time is it, please?"

"10:37"

"Could you let me know when it's 11:45?"

"Of course, 57," Diana answered.

"Thanks, Diana."

"You're welcome, 57"

57 got back to work and was soon "in the zone", going to that place in her head where Lindsey went when she had a boring, repetitive task to do. The physical exertion actually felt good; she enjoyed the feel of the push and pull of her body's muscles. Soon she was spreading the last of the straw in the last stall and, just as she was finished, Diana informed her that 11:45 had arrived. Pretty good timing, she thought to herself as she surveyed the stalls to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. Satisfied, if still a bit nervous, she assumed her attention position in front of the stalls and waited for her trainer to return.

Punctual as ever, Master Evan arrived right at the appointed time. Instead of immediately talking to her, however, she watched as he walked to the opposite side of the building and had a conversation with Jared. She couldn't hear what was said, but she noted the look of surprise that came over his face and the quick glance he gave her as he listened to what Evan said. Finally Jared gave a nod of his head and her trainer let him get back to work, although with a bemused expression on his face.

Master Evan returned to stand in front of her and said, "Phew! 57, you stink!." With that, he took the hose and turned the full force of the freezing water on her.

She had started to reply in apology, but the words turned to a shriek as Master Evan turned the spray to full power. Oh, how she wanted to run in the opposite direction as the icy cold water doused her body! Immediately she started shivering, but otherwise did her best to stand there and take it.

Paying no attention to her cries or shivers, Evan sprayed her down, starting with her hair. Then grabbing her by the wet tresses, he used it as a handle to twist and turn her body so he could direct the stream of cold water where he wanted.

"That's a little better," he told her as he released her and put the hose back on its hook, "but I'll expect you to make yourself presentable for this afternoon's training session. Put the gloves back on the shelf but keep the boots on, I don't want your wet feet tracking dirt and shit into the main house."

"Y-yes T-trainer," teeth chattering from the cold, 57 hurried to comply. Turning back, she could see Master Evan was already on his way back to the house and she hurried to catch up; her feet squelching inside the wet rubber boots.

He stopped outside the back door of the house and waited. When 57 arrived he said, "Take off those boots and wait here," before he disappeared inside.

"Yes Trainer," she answered as she bent over to pull them off. After upending them to let the water drain out, she placed them as neatly as she could on the step leading to the door.

Evan soon returned and handed her a towel to dry herself off with. "There's food for you in the kitchen, go get cleaned up and be at my workroom in 90 minutes. Oh, and you can take the plug out once you get to the trainee's quarters. Clean it off and put it in your footlocker. We'll be using it again in the future."

"Yes Trainer. Thank you," she answered as she scrubbed herself with the towel.

57 made her way to the kitchen to grab the bag that contained her lunch, she didn't linger because she assumed that the staff wouldn't appreciate the way she smelled, plus she felt uncomfortable standing there with a plug in her ass. Upon reaching the trainee's quarters, she headed directly to the shower, stopping only to place the paper bag on her bed. She turned the water as hot as it would go and while waiting for it to warm up, gingerly removed the glass butt plug. She held it under the stream of hot water, then took some soap and scrubbed it clean before placing it on the shelf. That task completed, she stood for a good five minutes under the hot spray trying to warm up her chilled body and wash off the stink. She took her time scrubbing herself, trying to get every last inch of her body clean. Drying herself with a fresh towel afterward, she wished she had some perfume to splash on but had to make do with the clean scent of the soap she'd used.

Returning to her room, she placed the plug in the chest as ordered. Then, turning to her lunch, she opened the bag to find a container of spaghetti, a salad, some iced tea, and a little box with a smiley face it. Opening it, she found a chocolate cupcake. Written on the inside flap were the words, "Enjoy – Mary." 57 smiled at the little note and gift. Now that her punishment was out the way, she was clean, and was working on filling her stomach, she was in a much better mood.

Soon she found herself making her way down the stairs into the musty gloom of the basement as she headed toward Master Evan's "workroom". She stopped outside the door, momentarily undecided on what to do.

"Hello 57," Diana said, making her jump, "You're instructed to enter quietly and wait for instructions."

"Thank you, Diana," she replied.

"You're welcome, 57."

57 pushed open the heavy door, wincing a bit as the metal hinges protested since she'd been instructed to be quiet. Today the room was brightly lit and she was able to observe all manner of BDSM devices and paraphernalia placed around the room. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the tableau at the room's center, however. Serafina was naked, strapped facing outward onto a large wooden X-frame and Master Evan was using a cruel looking whip on her. The diminutive slave's body was bright red from her tits to her thighs and covered with angry-looking welts. She didn't appear in any distress though; quite the contrary in fact. Serafina moaned in pleasure at each stroke of the whip and her inner thighs were shiny with the secretions that were leaking from her pussy.

57 felt the hot flame of lust catch fire inside of her as she watched Evan and Serafina. Forcing herself into the attention position she tried to stay as quiet as possible, though she wound up biting her lip to keep from moaning in sympathy along with Fina's erotic utterances. 57 imagined what it would be like if she were the one strapped there, receiving the same treatment, and her thong grew damp at the thought. She was helpless however, to stop her gasp as Serafina locked eyes with her and slowly licked her lips, sharing her erotic pleasure from across the room.

57 let her eyes travel over Serafina's body. She found herself wanting to run her hands over the curves, her fingers through her long hair, and kiss her full lips. Lindsey's voice in her head was telling her that what she was thinking about was sinful and evil, but 57 pointedly ignored it. She let her eyes travel lower and gasped anew as she realized that Fina's cunt was impaled on a large rubber dildo mounted on a stand between her legs. Her puffy nether lips bulged around its girth and 57 watched mesmerized as Fina worked against the restraints to pump her hips on the toy. Fina's engorged clit peeked out between her reddened labia and the thought passed through 57's mind as to what it would feel like to stroke it.

57's silent reverie was broken by her trainer's voice, "I see you've arrived. 57," Evan said as he turned to regard her, "As you can see, we've got a bit of a head start, but that doesn't mean you can't join in. Come over here and give me a hand."

"Yes Trainer," she answered as she got her feet working and approached.

"Mmmm," Serafina purred, "It is nice to see you again 57."

"Y-you too, Serafina," 57 answered nervously, her nostrils flaring as she caught the musky scent of Fina's arousal. "Are you OK?"

"Mmmm," she purred again, "much better than OK, actually. Master Evan is very good with his whip as I am sure you will find out in time."

The thought of that made 57 shiver and she turned her eyes to Evan. "How may I assist you, Trainer?" she asked somewhat breathlessly.

"I'm sure you remember our little experiment with clothespins, 57," he said, "We're going to continue your education on that subject and Fina has consented to be used as a demonstration, haven't you my dear?" he asked as he trailed two fingers across the restrained woman's lips."

Serafina tried to curl her tongue around the passing digits and said breathlessly, "It is always my pleasure to serve you in any way I may, Master Evan... and I do love the pinch of the clothespins."

"See what a good girl Fina is 57?" Evan said, "You would do well to pay attention and learn from her example."

"Yes Trainer," she answered, "Honestly, I've already been impressed by her in the little time we've spent together."

Serafina laughed musically and said, "You are very sweet, 57. Thank you for the compliment."

"You're welcome... Fina," she said with a blush.

Serafina noticed 57's change to the more informal address and smiled. Then turning her eyes to Evan, she asked, "May we get started Master Evan? I find myself in need of a bit more stimulation."

"You're such a little pain slut, Fina," Evan said with a laugh, "but you're correct, we probably should get 57's lesson started."

He turned to 57 and said, "We're going to do something known as a zipper to Serafina. Actually, we're going to do two of them. I'm going to place one on her right side and you're going to copy it on her left. The first thing you need to do is pick up that spool of twine and tie it to a clothespin." Evan showed her what to do with his own clothespin and twine.

Once 57 had copied his actions, Evan continued his explanation. "Now, what we're going to do is make a long line of clothespins down Fina's arms, torso and legs. As we do so, we'll connect each pin to the twine like this." Evan clipped the first pin to the skin on the inside of the elbow of Fina's upraised arm, then he placed another right below it, capturing the twine in its jaws and then wrapping it around it.

57 mimicked Master Evan's actions and continued to do so as he placed a line of clothespins down Serafina's arm. She found herself getting more and more aroused by the feel of Fina's smooth skin beneath her fingers as she repeatedly pinched it to attach the pins. She took a second to watch the reactions play across Fina's face before continuing the line onto the woman's upper breast. Her own breathing was growing more and more ragged the longer she was exposed to Serafina's heady scent of arousal.

Serafina was unable to keep from purring softly as she felt first Master Evan's firm touch along with the gentler feel of 57's nervous, tentative digits. She turned her head to watch 57, her eyes glazed with unrestrained lust. Her tongue slipped out to wet her lips, wanting to nibble on the lithe fingers dancing across her skin, each touch sending a fresh wave of goosebumps across her flesh. A gasping moan escaped as she felt the feathery fingertip's first brush against her nipple. That first hesitant touch became firmer as 57 pulled the elongated bud between her fingertips to attach a clothespin.

57's fingers trembled as they worked her way down the soft skin of Serafina's breasts. She'd never touched a woman this intimately before and certainly not one with breasts as magnificent as Fina's. She shivered in sympathy as she watched Master Evan attach a clothespin to the opposite nipple before tentatively grasping the one on her side. Looking up to gauge Fina's reaction, she momentarily lost herself in the lust-filled brown eyes that stared back into hers. Feeling the nipple in her fingers harden, she moaned out loud as she closed the jaws of the clothespin on it, remembering how it had felt when Evan had done the same to her.

Seeing that her trainer had kept placing clothespins while she was lost in the contemplation of Fina's breast, she moved to copy him. The route Evan traced traveled along the sides of the older woman's abdomen, then across the front of her hips, before passing alongside her pussy and down her inner thigh. 57's fingers were frozen as she realized her next clothespin would pass right next to Fina's soaked labia and the dildo that was buried inside her.

There was nothing that Fina could do to stop the twitching movements of her hips, limited though she was by her restraints. She could feel the heat rushing through her veins as her heart pumped furiously. Momentarily, she turned her head to where Master Evan was and she smiled at him as she said, "Thank you, Master Evan. What you and 57 are doing feels fantastico."

She felt 57 pause as her fingers hovered near the junction of her impaled sex. Her clit pulsed maddeningly and a visible tremor worked its way through her body as she turned her head to watch what 57 would do next.

57 reached out a tentative hand and slid her fingertips into the crease of flesh where Fina's leg met her crotch. She felt little friction due to the wetness pooled there. She grasped the flesh and tried to pinch it but her fingers were unable to gain purchase and slipped off. Using the side of her index finger she scooped the creamy fluid from the warm skin. Looking at her now-coated finger, she found herself in a dilemma: where to wipe it? She had no towel, was nearly naked, and Fina was completely so. Continuing to stare at her finger, she slowly brought it to her lips and licked it off, and then moaned at her first taste of another woman.

Fina bit her lip and swallowed hard, a breathy moan escaping her as she watched 57's tongue scoop the cream from her fingers. The expressions that flashed across 57's face were fascinating to watch as she savored her first taste of a pussy other than her own. "Ah così bella, mia dolce Cinquantasette," Fina said softly, unconsciously slipping into her native Italian.

57's eyes drifted shut as she tried to process the effect that Fina's taste was having on her. She felt a shimmering flash of heat pass through her body, her nipples immediately became hard painful points and her clit gave a delicious throb. Opening her eyes once more she looked up at Serafina, and locking gazes with her, she slowly and sensuously sucked her finger into her mouth.

Mia Dio! Fina thought to herself. Those eyes, those lips! She moved her hips as much as the leather straps allowed, pumping herself on the dildo as she kept her eyes locked onto 57's. The rubber phallus was wet... very wet as it moved easily within her pussy with soft, wet, sucking noises.

57 rested her cheek on Fina's thigh and pinched the now slightly drier skin, able to hold on now without slipping off. She moaned softly as she placed the clothespin wondering what its bite would feel like on her own flesh at that location. Her eyes drifted upward past the well manicured landing strip of Serafina's pubic hair, and widened a bit at she caught sight of a tattoo; one very similar to her own, except having extra embellishments in gold and bearing the number 14.

Softly, she caressed the moist skin of her new friend's inner thigh along the path that her clothespins were to take and rubbed her cheek gently across the warm skin on which it rested. Then, wiping the moisture away, she followed Evan's example and placed the rest of the wooden clamps, connecting each to the twine as she went.

Serafina shivered feeling 57's soft breath wash over her skin as her head rested on her thigh. She dragged her lust glazed eyes to Master Evan then back to 57. Her breathing was ragged, but she managed to say, "Master Evan, the skin where the first clips were placed is starting to go numb." Finally, she let her eyes drift shut, leaned her head back against the wooden frame, and luxuriated in the heady mixture of pain and pleasure.

Master Evan surveyed his trainee's handiwork and found it acceptable saying, "Good job, 57. Hand me your twine." She complied and he unwrapped a bit more from the spool before cutting it to the same length as the one he'd done. "We're ready to proceed with the next part of the demonstration. Our little Serafina is probably getting impatient, and she gets cranky when she goes too long without proper stimulation."

He reached over to the table beside them and grabbed a device from the various things he'd placed there earlier. Handing it to 57, he told her, "This is what's known as a hitachi magic wand massager, or simply hitachi for short. It was originally designed to soothe tired muscles but has since gained popularity as one of the most powerful vibrators you can buy for clitoral stimulation. That's what you're going to do with it, 57. I'm sure you've noticed that nice, hard, little bud peeking out of Fina's cunt lips. I want you to turn the hitachi on its low setting and hold it against that clit."

Turning his attention to the panting, zippered sub before them, he said, more for 57's benefit than any need to remind Serafina, "Of course you know the rules, my dear. No cumming without my permission."

Fina's eyes barely opened as she purred, "Mmmm. Yes Master," in response.

57 hesitantly flipped the switch on the hitachi and then jumped a bit as it began to hum loudly in her hand. Trembling slightly, she reached out with her left hand and spread Fina's labia on each side of her swollen clit. She watched mesmerized as it twitched in response, then, with her right hand, pressed the buzzing rubber head against the pink nub.

Fina's reaction was immediate and intense. Her hips gave a hard jerk, a guttural moan was torn from deep within her chest, she clenched her fists tightly, and panted. Breathing through the deluge of sensation, she barely managed to resist the orgasm poised to rip through her. She'd already been pleasurably tortured; first with an over-the-knee, bare-bottomed spanking, the delicious kiss of the single-tail whip, and then the attachment of the clothespins. Watching 57 lick her essence off of her fingers had built her arousal to a fever pitch. This hitachi was probably over the top, but she would hold off even if it was only to prove to herself that she could do it. She would make Master Evan proud of the control she'd gained from his training.

For her part, 57 was panting open-mouthed as she watched Fina writhe against the vibe. Then, letting her eyes slip lower, she moaned at the sight of the woman fucking the huge rubber dick in and out of her widely stretched lips. Somewhere in the back of her mind, the small echo of Lindsey's voice continued to protest, but it was getting fainter and fainter by the moment.

Evan grasped the twine attached to the zipper he'd placed on Serafina's right side and took up the slack. "Are you ready to cum, Serafina?" he asked, his normally controlled voice tinged with unmistakable arousal.

"Yes, M-master!," she panted out softly, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her forehead wrinkled in concentration as she fought for mastery over the intense sensations that were, slowly but surely, unraveling the threads of her control.

57 traded glances between Serafina and her trainer, having an inkling of what was about to happen. She carefully slipped to Fina's left to get clear while still maintaining the pressure on her friend's clit with the vibrator.

"Then... CUM!" Evan ordered her. He waited just for a heartbeat for Fina's orgasm to start and then quickly and forcefully yanked on the twine, snapping the entire line clothespins off in rapid succession.

Fina's climax washed over her in white-hot waves and she screamed out her pleasure/pain as the pins were ripped from her flesh. The pain helped prolong her already substantial orgasm, and her muscles locked, every fiber sharply delineated as she strained against her restraints.

57 watched wide-eyed as Fina screamed and shook her way through the massive orgasm. She heard the sturdy wooden frame and leather restraints creak as the tensed woman pulled hard against them, surprising 57 with the strength packed into her small body. As the Fina's orgasm receded, she let the vibrator drop from the trembling woman's cunt, took a deep breath of the combined scents of sweat and sex and, reaching out, gently ran her fingers down Fina's abdomen, through her patch of pubic hair and across her wet cunt.




'57' Ch. 04



Serafina moaned softly as she felt 57's soft fingers slide against the trembling, sweat-slicked muscles of her abdomen and down to the wetness covering her pussy. She slowly opened her eyes and glanced down her. "Ahh, mia dio 57, your fingers feel so good!" and they really did. She loved the contrast of 57's gentle touches to the still painful throbs of the remaining clothespins and the pleasurable aftershocks of her climax.

57 rested her cheek against Fina's thigh once more and continued her soft caresses, "Thank you for helping with my training, Fina. You're both teaching me so much."

"The pleasure is truly mine... in case you had not noticed," Fina answered with a soft laugh.

"Oh, we're not done yet," Master Evan said, "There's still another zipper we have to take care of and one orgasm is never enough for Fina anyway. As a reward for your performance so far 57, I'll allow you to use the hitachi on your own cunt. We'll also let you get a little more hands-on experience with Fina's... lady parts? Isn't that what Lindsey would have called them?"

"O-on occasion, Trainer," 57 answered as she lowered her eyes and blushed. The mention of Lindsey brought a small flash of guilt at what she was doing, but it was more than overcome at the prospect of further exploring Serafina.

Evan crouched down and loosened a knob on the stand that held the dildo in Fina's pussy, then lowered it, her cunt making a wet, sucking pop as the toy pulled free. Looking to 57 he ordered, "57. Hitachi. On your clit, Now."

Shaken from her intense concentration on the removal of the toy from Fina's 'lady parts', 57 moved to comply. She slid the vibe between her legs where she crouched and slowly lowered her clit onto it. When it made contact, her hips jerked just as Fina's had and a grunt was forced from her lips as her abdominal muscles spasmed. "Ohhhh!," she moaned as her eyes squeezed shut. She felt like her entire body had been dipped in the molten lust emanating from her twitching cunt.

Leaving 57 to regain control for a moment, Evan turned his attention back to Serafina, "What toy should we have 57 fuck you with, Fina? Any preferences?"

"As always, the choice is yours Master Evan but, since you ask, I would very much enjoy the glass one," she replied.

Evan took the indicated device from those arrayed on the table. It was a gently curved dildo made of clear glass approximately 8 inches long and 2 in width. Bumps and ridges covered it's otherwise slick surface and the tip was hooked to provide g-spot stimulation. The other end was formed into a loop to provide a grip.

Evan let his hand fall on the distracted 57's shoulder and she jumped in response. "Earth to 57, Earth to 57," he said with a laugh. Once he had her attention, he held out the toy to her. "I assume I don't have to explain what this is for?"

57 took it from him and stared at it in fascination. She'd never imagined such a sexual device existed and she unconsciously licked her lips as she contemplated the thought of using on Fina. "No, Trainer," she answered breathlessly, "I have a fairly good idea and I'm sure one of you will correct me if I'm in error."

"And don't forget to stimulate Fina's clit. How you do that, I'll leave up to you, but the hitachi is to stay between your own legs. Understood?"

"Yes Trainer. I'll try my best," she answered. She pressed the curved head of the toy to Fina's cunt, slowly parting the labia and then sinking its length into her. Resting her other hand on Fina's pubic mound, she placed the ball of her thumb on her clit and rubbed it in slow circles. All the while, the hitachi was still clenched tightly between her own thighs sending delightful sensations pulsing through her body.

Serafina groaned softly in pleasure as the toy sunk deep within her, the raised bumps on the surface providing extra stimulation to the inside of her channel. She blinked slowly, and let her gaze come to rest on 57. The girl was gorgeous with her jet-black hair and startling blue eyes. Fina watched while the girl placed her hand over her well trimmed mons then moved her thumb to the sensitive nubbin at the apex of her labia. The touch was slow and firm, but wasn't quite firm enough to get past the sensitivity, causing her hips to twitch reflexively, trying to buck the girls finger from her extra-sensitive button.

57 caught her lower lip between her teeth. Up close like this, Fina's pussy fascinated her. She pulled the glass toy back slowly seeing it coated in the wet cream of her friend's orgasm. As she slowly pushed it back in, the cream ran down the toy onto her fingers, forcing a moan from her lips. Meanwhile, the hitachi buzzing against her own pussy was driving her crazy, her thighs clenching and unclenching. Her nipples were diamond hard again and ached to be touched, if she only had the hands free to do so. She jerked in sympathy when she rubbed Fina's sensitive clit, but her Trainer had told her to rub it so she continued to do so.

Evan observed 57's reactions closely. The plan that he and Serafina had devised was working flawlessly; 57's lust and curiosity were overcoming any reticence her previous indoctrination might have caused. Turning his eyes to Fina, he could easily gauge her arousal through the intimate knowledge he gained through her training and subsequent lovemaking sessions. He knew that she was quickly approaching her peak once more, the physical and mental games they were playing were a powerful turn on for her – and for him as well.

Fina let her head loll back, trying to relax, determined not to let the sensations overwhelm her increasingly precarious control. Her breathing was starting to come more quickly as the flame of her lust burned brighter. She wanted desperately to untangle herself from the bonds she was in and pounce on the delectable girl – her shy curiosity was such a turn on. Calling on her training, she managed to keep her body under control, no more involuntary jerking of the hips; the only physical signs of her burning arousal being the wetness dripping from her cunt, the glazed look in her eyes, and the occasional quiver of her muscles.

57 picked up her pace with the toy, fucking it in and out of Fina's cunt. It was so wet that it made slurping and sucking noises on each thrust. Her fingers were soaked already with the fluids leaking from Fina and she was glad that the slippery glass toy had a good handle to hold onto. The clothespin that she'd placed earlier on the other woman's labia bounced and twisted every time she moved the toy and the thought of the erotic pain that caused made 57's own pussy clench. On every circle that 57's thumb made on Fina's clit, she got a quick flash of the hardened pink nub and the sight was making her mouth water. The more she watched, the more she wanted to replace her thumb with her tongue. Finally she was no longer able to resist. She leaned forward and, with a passionate moan, pressed her lips for the first time against another woman's sex.

A wave of lust hit Fina full force, forcing a long ragged moan from her throat. Her hands clenched into fists and she screwed her eyes tightly shut while she fought off the wave of pleasure threatening to drag her under. Her breathing turned to harsh pants, sweat broke out on her creamy olive toned skin, and her hips thrust forward of their own volition demanding more contact.

What had started as a tentative brush of the lips became much more as Fina pushed her cunt hard against 57's face. 57 returned the pressure, opening her mouth to let her tongue circle the hard bit of flesh captured by her lips. Fina's strip of hair tickled her nose and the bumps of the glass toy rubbed along her chin as she fucked it in and out of the woman's pussy. As she sucked on the sensitive flesh, the taste nearly drove her wild, so different from the first taste of cock she'd had yesterday, but just as much, perhaps even more, of an aphrodisiac. Somewhere deep inside, she knew this was taboo, but she didn't care -- to her, what she was doing felt right, it felt good, and if it continued, it was going to make her cum.

Fina started to whimper, her body strung tight with the need for release. She forced her eyes open and locked them onto Master Evan. "Master...! I need to cum, please! May I cum?" she pleaded, her voice husky with arousal.

Evan took hold of the end of the zipper and said, "57, when I say 'ready' lean back out of the way. Once the zipper comes off I want your face right back in Fina's pussy. Understood?"

She pulled her mouth from Fina for just long enough to say, "Yes Trainer," before once more sucking the woman's clit between her lips. The thought of having her mouth there when Fina was cumming set her mind on fire and she did her best to grind the hitachi against her needy pussy with her hips.

"Ready..." Evan said.

57 reluctantly pulled her mouth from Fina and released her hold on the glass dildo. Fina's strong muscles held it in place. She then leaned back and to the side away from the zipper. Reaching down, she pushed hitachi firmly against her own pussy, panting as she waited for what was to come.

"Fina... CUM!" Evan ordered her and, as before, he waited until her orgasm started and whipped the zipper from the spasming slave.

Eyes locked in fascination on Serafina and Evan, 57 rushed to comply with her trainer's instructions. As soon as the clothespins whipped by her, her face was back between Fina's legs as ordered, both hands prying her pussy lips apart and sucking hard on the climaxing slave's clit.

Serafina's moan turned into a high pitched wail as Master Evan ripped the clothes pins off. Their removal caused a rush of adrenaline her system, and she felt like she was on a high, making every touch and lick that was coming from 57 more intense, more powerful. The juices that flooded her pussy and its powerful contractions made it too difficult to keep the heavy glass dildo locked inside of her without 57's hand to keep it there. Even with her muscles clamped down on it, it slipped out of her and landed on the carpeted floor with a thud. Her orgasm redoubled when 57's lips returned to her pussy and she shook and shivered hard enough to shake the frame she was tied to. As her orgasm finally dissipated, her body went slack, and if it weren't for the restraints that held her, she would have slid like jelly down to the floor.

57 pressed her face even more firmly against the now flaccid Serafina. Her tongue darted farther back and slipped into the spasming opening of Fina's vagina, drinking in the hot nectar of her orgasm. The flavor and feel on her tongue created an explosion of lust and arousal in her and she pulled back just enough to beg, "Trainer, may I cum, Pleeese!" before once more returning to her oral assignment.

"Yes slave, you may cum," he answered.

57 immediately started to shake and then doubled over as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Grunts and moans were forced from her lips by the power of the muscular contractions that wracked her body. She could tell that she was making a huge wet spot on the floor beneath her as fluids gushed from her spasming cunt but there nothing to do but ride it out. Soon, like Fina, the spasms passed, her body went slack, and it was all she could do to hold her herself semi-upright. Panting, she rested her head against the other woman's leg and struggled to get her bearings.

Evan smiled at Fina, silently congratulating her on her participation. For her part, Fina smiled weakly back, still trying to catch her breath after her second powerful orgasm of the afternoon. They then both looked down and contemplated the still twitching form of 57, each momentarily lost in their own thoughts.

"Let's get you down from there, Fina," Evan said as he got to work undoing the straps that held her to the wooden frame.

"Thank you, Master," Fina said as she gingerly stepped down and around the still recovering 57, "for both releasing me and the wonderful orgasms."

"My pleasure as always, slave," he answered. Then, turning his attention to 57 he said,"Are you ready to stand yet 57, or will we need to strap you to the frame in Fina's place to hold you up?"

57 turned her head toward Evan and answered, "I th-think I can manage, Trainer, but I'm still pretty shaky. She slowly straightened up and removed the still buzzing vibrator from between her legs before flipping it off and setting it down gently on the floor beside her. Both Evan and Serafina reached down to help her up and she got shakily to her feet.

"Thank you Trainer for letting me cum, and thank you both for helping me up. I think I'm OK now." she said. Her trainer removed his hand from hers but Fina continued to hold her other one, and 57 found she didn't really mind that at all.

Evan leaned his hips back against the table, crossed his arms across his chest, and asked,"So tell me 57. What are your thoughts on the session we just completed?"

"Trainer, I'm not really sure at the moment, to be completely honest. I had no problem being with Serafina in heat of the moment, and I'm finding that I don't regret it; but I am embarrassed by it. I feel conflicted I guess if anything...I know that on one hand I should feel shame because that was what Lindsey was taught to feel, and yet I know, intuitively, that isn't the purpose of tonight." 57 frowned, a crease forming between the delicate arches of her eyebrows.

"And what do you think that purpose is?" Evan asked.

"I don't have a truly confident answer, Trainer; but if I had to make an educated guess it would be that you were trying to introduce me to new things – women in particular." Another wave of heat flooded her, but this time it was equal parts embarrassment and arousal.

"Well, it's my job to introduce you to new things, and it's true that this afternoon's session had that as a major purpose," Evan replied, "I'm going to have you explore in this direction some more tonight, but I'm delegating that task to Serafina. I'm turning you over to her for more exploration and instruction. You're to follow her orders as you would mine."

"Yes, Trainer," she said as a smile crossed her lips. The thought of spending more time with Fina was actually something she didn't mind at all. She truly liked the woman and hoped that at some point they would be great friends to one another.

Turning to Serafina, Evan said, "I'll leave her in your hands tonight, my dear. You're both dismissed."

"Yes, Master," Fina said quietly then halfway turned towards the door, waiting for 57 to acknowledge Evan's dismissal. Their hands were still linked together and she rubbed her thumb along the slaves hand in a comforting manner. Not only did she want to comfort the girl at this moment, but she also wanted to keep her tuned in to the fact that their bodies still touched.

"Yes Trainer," 57 answered. She felt a little thrill of sensual electricity pass through her at Fina's caress and allowed herself to be led, but remembering her training asked, "Should I get my uniform, Serafina?"

"No, pet. You shall walk naked. I am sure that your 'uniform' will find its way back to your room in order to be washed." Fina smiled a bit and headed towards the door.

"Yes Serafina," 57 answered shyly as she followed along. The thought of walking through the public areas of the house made her a bit nervous. Intellectually, she knew that the little scrap of cloth that made up her uniform didn't really cover much at all but, emotionally, it still gave some sense of security. Evan had placed Fina in charge however, and she was going to do her best to follow her instructions as well as she would have followed her trainer's.

After exiting the basement they made their way to the staircase. They ascended to the second floor and onto the thick, plush carpeting, passing by the walls decorated with sconces and paintings. They walked down the hallway to a door at its far end. The door was plain as far as engravings went, but beautiful when compared to the spartan living space the slaves lived in.

Fina pushed the door open, revealing a beautiful interior and smiled as she turned to 57 saying, "My oasis for when I am here." The walls were a deep red color and the floors were covered with thick black carpeting. There were no couches or chairs; instead there were huge pillows of varying sizes where one would assume the sitting area to be. There were a few Japanese-style low tables with some knickknacks placed tastefully here and there, but the most remarkable thing about the entire room was the central fire place. Everything was centered around this sleek design. It didn't have a base to it, but instead was suspended from the ceiling. The pit itself was circular and had a fire grate all the way around though it wasn't necessary as it didn't burn real wood.

"Oh wow!" 57 exclaimed, "This is like something from an erotic story. I could picture orgies happening in a place like this. It's so sensual."

"Well," Serafina chuckled softly, "This room has not hosted any orgies whilst I have been here. Maybe we shall remedy that in the future."

"Come, let me show you the rest," Serafina gestured for 57 to follow her as she stepped forward to continue towards the back of the main room. There was a small dining room off to the side of a compact kitchen. The kitchen itself was fairly Spartan as far as decor; stainless steel appliances with black and red accents. The dinette's table and chairs were beautiful though; the tabletop was black marble, but the legs were cherry wood with clawed feet. The chairs were of the same wood, with crushed black velvet cushions on the back and seat. There was also a small chandelier, tastefully done, hanging above them.

Serafina led 57 to a hallway off to the side of the dining room. There were three doors along its length, one of which was open revealing a bathroom. Fina led 57 to the second door and pushed it open revealing another room like the living room with the addition of deep crimson silks hanging in tasteful waves around what appeared to be a huge feather filled mattress lying on the floor. As in the living room, cushions were tossed artfully into the corners. One wall was covered with a large black and white painted mural of two lovers embracing.

57 stared shyly at the mattress, "What do you want me to do, Fina? I'm yours to command. I'm very nervous, though. I don't want to disappoint you." She clasped both of her hands tightly together and tried to calm herself the best she could.

Fina shook her head with a soft husky laugh. "As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm to serve my sweet, I do not plan to rush you or push you. As much as a submissive as you tend to be in your head; so am I...if not more so. I know what it is like to be out of your element with your heart beating as fast as it can; half in fear -- half in anticipation," as Serafina spoke, she moved gracefully to place the palm of her hand over 57's heart. She could feel the rapid "thump thump-thump" beating beneath her fingers and she smiled again. "Besides that, you have yet to see what is behind the other door," Fina said with a wink.

Serafina's touch raised gooseflesh all over 57's naked body. "Thank you for understanding. This is all so new, but I do want you to teach me, Fina. What we did with Trainer turned me on so much." she said while blushing hotly. "There's more? What else do you have to show me?"

Fina smiled, and couldn't resist the temptation of such a lovely hard nipple in close proximity to her hand. She let her fingers drift downward and outward toward the peak of 57's breast, tracing a path across her chest. Her fingers finally found the hardened bud and proceeded to flick and tease it.

"The last room is a play room of mine that I have specifically set up for things that I like to do to others or have done to me while I am in residence. However, we don't have to play in there if you don't want to, this night is for us to enjoy however you would like."




'57' Ch. 04



57 closed her eyes and sighed softly. She could tell that this wasn't the first time Fina had played with nipples. Finally she managed to say, "I'd love to see your playroom and have you explain or even demonstrate the things you have in there. But first... Fina... can I kiss you? Please? Lindsey's voice in my head is arguing at me, but I want it nevertheless."

A spark of intense lust bloomed in Serafina, hardening her nipples, dilating her pupils. Her nostrils flared a bit as her breathing picked up in pace and, while she was accustomed to others wanting her, the naked desire in the slave's eyes nearly undid her. Wanting to see what the girl would do on her own, she merely nodded her assent and watched.

At Fina's nod, 57 leaned down and tentatively brushed her lips against hers. That light touch was electric. Fina's were so soft, not like a man's at all and kissing them seemed to awaken something deep inside her. Surrendering herself to the feeling, she pressed harder, lust igniting like a fire within her. Her hand came up to cradle Fina's face and she moaned into her mouth.

Fina moved her lips in response to 57's tender assault, letting her lead at her own pace. She moved her hands to cradle the woman's small hips and urge her closer, wanting to feel the heat coming from 57's naked body against her own. She had an almost desperate and crazy urge to take over the kiss, to guide it where she wanted it go, but she knew that letting 57 have control in this situation was what she needed right now.

Only in her deepest, secret fantasies had 57 (or Lindsey actually) ever imagined doing what she was doing now. It was as if a door had opened to a whole new side of her that she never knew existed. She opened her mouth and prodded Fina's lips with her tongue and she responded by opening hers too. Slipping her tongue inside, she shivered at the sensation. She'd never done this before with anyone, male or female. Lindsey had been taught it was something only "sluts" did, but she found that she liked it – a lot. Her free hand traveled down and she brushed her fingertips across Fina's breast, the skin feeling smooth and warm under her touch, and the woman responded by pressing herself forward, seeking more.

"57," Fina murmured between kisses before finally pulling back to take a breather, "I know you have not really had any experience with a woman's body. I want you to use me to learn. I'm going to lie back and let you do as you like. You may touch me anywhere and in any way you desire. You can even be a bit rough," Fina smiled as she continued, "You know I am no delicate flower. Right now, I am yours to do with as you please. There is no hurry. We have the whole night." With that, she laid back on the cushions, closed her eyes, spread her arms to her sides, and parted her legs, giving 57 free access to her body. 

57 gazed at the beautiful, naked body of her friend, but hesitated for a moment, undecided how to proceed. She'd always been one to do as she was told, both in this current incarnation and as Lindsey. Taking the initiative like this was foreign to her.

Sensing 57's indecision, Fina said calmingly, "Mia amore, just relax and do what comes naturally. There is no right or wrong in this room. There is simply you..." she paused to reach out and gently take the nervous woman's hand, "and me," she continued as she placed it softly on the smooth, olive skin of her breast.

Feeling Fina's breast in her hand, 57 felt many thoughts whirl in her head... most that Lindsay would not have approved of. She is mine tonight...was foremost among them. She'd never had someone just lay back and let her explore them. Where should she begin? Taking a deep breath, she began to massage the breast as her other hand reached out so she could hold both. As her palms rubbed against each nipple, she could feel them harden. Knowing FIna was aroused helped 57 slowly gain confidence. 

"Mmmmm," Serafina cooed, "Your hands feel delicious on my skin. See how my nipples respond? See the gooseflesh? That is what it means to turn someone on, 57. Learn these signals well, for that is knowledge will be critical in your future endeavors. I can tell you are starting to relax. Just know that I'm loving what you're doing to me and I hope you're enjoying this as much as I."

As 57's fingers began to rub Fina's skin with more authority, she began to realize how truly turned on she was, but this arousal felt different than what she'd experienced before. It was as though her body yearned for Fina's touch but, in a way, she didn't want it yet. 57 wanted to make sure Fina got her pleasure first. She leaned down slowly, her mouth approaching her friend's hardened nipples. Parting her lips slightly, she wrapped them around a stiff bud. Unsure how to exactly to pleasure a woman this way, as she'd never done it before, she let her instincts take over. She began to suckle on the hardening nipple, while intermittently letting her tongue snake out to bat the erect bit of flesh back and forth. 

Fina's breath caught as 57's lips encircled her sensitive flesh. A woman is so different from a man, she thought to herself. So gentle, so smooth. Thinking about that smoothness, her hand wandered to 57's back and stroked the warm skin there, tracing circles with her fingertips.

Feeling Fina's hand against her body made 57 shiver. She didn't want to remove Fina's hand, but she wanted to get into a better position. Reaching behind her, she took Fina's hand in hers and brought it to her lips, showing her appreciation before setting it back down on the bed. Then on her knees, she positioned herself between the beautiful woman's legs. Once situated, the first thing she did was go back to suckling on her breasts, letting her own hard nipples rub against Fina's stomach. She wanted to make sure every part of this woman was equally pleasured. Hearing the soft sighs coming from Fina motivated 57 to do even more and she reached down to place her hands on the soft skin of FIna's inner thighs. 

Fina purred softly to herself at the attention she was receiving. As a submissive, she was used to serving others, not being served herself. She was enjoying this opportunity immensely. 57's lips and tongue were doing marvelous things to her breasts and as she felt the woman's hands move lower, she couldn't help but spread her legs wider in response, inviting her to do more.

Noticing the invitation Fina gave her, 57 looked up at her. Her eyes were almost closed but opened just enough for 57 to see her dark pupils shine through. She could smell Fina's heady scent as her legs were spread. Though there was still an aroma of sex and sweat from their session with Master Evan, there was also the scent of fresher arousal. 57 nostrils dilated from the deliciously musky odor and she breathed deep. As though her hands had a mind of their own, they inched their way closer and closer to the woman's sex. One hand crept up and combed through the neatly trimmed hair of Fina's landing strip before moving lower again. As her fingers inched closer to the slit, 57 stopped sucking Fina's breasts and she slid her body lower, finally looking down to see the dampness of the pussy inches from her face. Without thinking, she licked her lips. Then, her submissive side kicked back in, and she looked up to Fina to ask for permission.

Feeling 57 pause, Fina opened her eyes and said, "Do what you want, my love. As I said before, I am yours to explore however you wish. You do not need to ask my permission. Simply do."

Shyly, 57 said, "I'm sorry. It's taking some getting used to... Being in control is... different. It's like I want to do everything possible to you and I want to pleasure you, but..." It was obvious that 57 was struggling to find the words to describe her thoughts... Just as Master Evan had pointed out to her many times. She began again, "But pleasure you in a way that will pleasure me... I'm sorry. I'm not making any sense. I'll just shut up and do my job."

Taking 57's chin in her hands, Fina made her look up at her. Meeting her blue eyes with her own brown ones, Fina could see the struggle 57 was having. Being submissive herself, Fina had a good idea of what she was feeling. 57 wanted to take control, but the submissive personality took over the moment she did...The need to ask permission, to make sure this was exactly what the other person wanted, to do everything perfectly and make her Master proud. Fina smiled at the innocent woman before her, "Turn it off."

"Turn what off...?"

"The need to submit... I understand what is going through your head. I have been there myself. The thing you need to do, at this moment, is realize that we are simply two woman making love. We are not a Dom and a sub. There is no Master or Mistress. This is not a job for you to do. We are two women of equal status pleasuring each other and, right now, you are pleasing me first."

"Thank you. That helps," 57 said and smiled up at her. 

"Good, because my body is aching for your touch."

Looking back down at the pussy in front of her, 57 still wasn't quite sure where to begin. With both hands, she gently parted the outer lips. Never having really seen a woman's sex before up close, she took the time to examine it.

"Would you like me to give you an anatomy lesson, 57?" Fina asked her.

Embarrassed, she nodded. "I know the basic layout... The opening is the vagina... " her thumb then reached to the hard nub that stood out straight between the lips, "and this is the.... clit, right? It's the part that feels good when you rub it .... but yes, I'd like to know more. Please." 

"OK, we will start with the basics. There are two sets of lips as you can see. They are called the labia majora, the outer ones, and the labia minora. Those are the inner ones. They are actually quite sensitive in their own right but many people ignore them and rush on to other things. This can be a mistake as there is much pleasure to be given through them if you take the time. Go ahead and run your fingers along them."

Slowly, 57 traced her fingers along the outer lips. She ran them up and down their length and then parted them as she had before, but this time, she used her fingers to rub and gently pull on the inner lips too. She was amazed at the intricate details of a woman's pussy. She began to realize that, while both she and Fina had the same basic parts, the details were different. While her own pussy was fairly tidy with the inner lips normally hidden, Fina's inner lips protruded a bit from hers and their edges were tinged with a darker brown than the normal warm olive of her skin. 57 found she liked that. It made her think of layers that she could peel away to find the treasure buried beneath. 

"Yes 57, that feels very nice. You will notice that as you stroke them that they turn darker and enlarge, just as a penis does. This is a sign to look for in a woman to know she is becoming aroused. Now if you slide your finger upward between the inner lips you will see they attach to that little nub we were talking about before. That is called the clitoris and it is the main point of arousal for most women. Think of it as a small cock, because that's basically what it is, except it is more sensitive than any man's. Women are lucky in this. Stroke it and see how it reacts."

57 used her left hand's middle and index finger to hold apart the lips in a V shape to reveal Fina's clit and examined it closely. It was a hard and throbbing ruddy pink. She noticed it did have a little head on it just like a cock. With her free hand, she gently placed her index finger on it, and felt it twitch in response. She let her finger rest there, and felt it throb with each beat of Fina's heart. Feeling proud that she was getting such reactions, she wanted more. Remembering how much Fina had enjoyed it when she'd sucked on her clitoris with Master Evan, 57 inched her face closer. As she did, a rush of delicious smells entered her noise. It was sweet, musky... and it made her mouth water. Sticking her tongue out, she gave the hard nub a flick. Feeling Fina jerk and then moan softly in response, she did it again. 

"Ohhh!" Fina purred, "You are a very quick learner, 57. Something else you should know about the clitoris, or 'clit' for short, is that there is more there than meets the eye." Fina reached down and spread her lips with both hands and pulled back the hood so 57 could see her clit better. There's also a shaft just like a cock but it's buried behind the head, but you can still manipulate it for extra stimulation. Go ahead and give it a try. Pinch the tissue just behind the head and rub it up and down like you were rubbing the shaft of a tiny cock. You will be able to feel it in with your fingers."

Doing as Fina described, 57 began to rub the tissue that was exposed when Fina pulled back the hood. It was soft, just like the rest of Fina. Taking it to the next level, 57 used two fingers to pinch it behind the head. Enjoying the response she was getting from Fina, she began to tighten her grip. Having Fina pull the hood back for her allowed 57 to get a look at the marvel in front of her. It's so... beautiful. Why couldn't Lindsey's husband have taken the time to do something like this... I could get lost in here for days... Her mouth began to water the longer she looked at Fina's sex. Keeping her hold on the buried part of her clit, she leaned in slowly and flicked her tongue across the head once again. 

"Mmmm, that is quite nice mia amore," Fina said softly, "You may want to be gentler with your fingers on some women, though what you're doing is fine for me. If you keep doing that, though, I may get distracted from your lesson. So, for now, let us move on. You can see the opening of my vagina lower down between my lips, yes?"

"Yes," 57 said as she looked at the opening, "but what is this smaller hole above it?"

"That is the opening of my urethra, where my pee comes from, my dear. There are techniques that can be used to stimulate this area either pleasurably or painfully, things such as sounding, for example, but that is a more advanced lesson for another day. We will bypass that for the moment if that is OK with you."

"Yes," 57 said as she reminded herself to ask Trainer about "sounding" when she had the chance. She released Fina's clit and moved her fingers lower to bracket her vaginal opening. With Fina's lips spread, it gaped open just enough for 57 to get a peek inside, although all she could see was darkness and the hint of wet reflections.

"Go ahead and slip a finger inside. Go slow and tell me what you feel."

Extending her index finger, 57 slid it inside of Fina. Given the amount of wetness Fina produced, her finger slipped in with ease. "It is very wet in there... and warm. Much more than I would have expected."

"The wetness is because you have excited me, 57," Fina said as she squeezed her muscles and trapped 57's finger inside of her. 

57 gave a yelp of surprise at how tightly Fina's vaginal muscles gripped her. Feeling Fina around her finger made 57 wonder what it would feel like to have this tightness around a cock. Her memory flashed to the night before when her own pussy had captured Maestro's cock in such a grip. The recollection of the man also triggered the feeling of distaste she felt for him and she shook her head to dispel those thoughts. Serafina was nothing like him. She wiggled her finger inside to feel the texture of the tunnel. Wanting to feel more, 57's middle finger slipped in beside the other. She felt around before bringing her fingers back toward the entrance again. As she did, 57 noticed a patch with a different, almost corrugated texture. She rubbed the spot and realized it was causing Fina to react even more. "Do you like when I do this?" 57 asked as she continued to stroke that spot. 

Fina had grunted when 57 had first put pressure on that area and she enjoyed the wave of pleasure that the stimulation gave her. "You are very observant, 57. You have found my G-spot. It is an extra sensitive area that many women have inside their vaginas. If you continue to rub, it can make many women orgasm. It is even more pleasurable when combined with clitoral stimulation."

Thinking about what Fina said, 57 continued to rub against her G-spot as her thumb reached up to her clitoris. As she began to massage it in a slow circular motion, the increased stimulation caused Fina's hands spasmodically reach out and grab the sheets in a tight grip. Using her left hand, 57 replaced Fina's to keep her hood pulled back as her right continued to work on giving Fina as much pleasure as she could. Her fingers began to pump in and out of her vagina and drag across her G-spot on each outstroke. Wanting to give her even more stimulation, 57 slipped her ring finger in too. She smiled to herself has she felt the opening stretch to accommodate the extra digit. Not to wanting to neglect the clit, 57 leaned forward, wrapped her lips around it, and sucked, not simply flicking it with her tongue as she had before. 

"I see... you have... found how stretchy vaginas are," Fina panted through the increasing arousal 57's actions were causing. "You may put more in if you desire. I have had quite large things put inside me in the past."

"Like what?" 57 paused and asked curiously. How much could really fit in this small opening?

"I have had very large toys inserted into me during play and also whole hands. Is that something you would like to try?"

Nodding, 57 asked, "Could I do that right now? I won't hurt you will I?"

"Yes, go ahead. I find the sensation of being stretched very pleasurable. Just go slowly at first."

Gently, 57 slipped her pinky into join her other fingers. She pushed forward and her palm slid in to the thumb. Fina shivered and moaned in response. Staring fascinated at her hand, 57 slowly rotated it clockwise and counter-clockwise, feeling the canal relax and stretch to accommodate her. 

After a few minutes of this, she was ready to take it to the next level. Pulling out slightly, she folded her thumb against her palm and pushed back in. Her hand sunk farther and farther until she reached the joint where her thumb joined her hand. The opening resisted for a moment before Fina took a deep breath, blew it out and relaxed. She then reached down, grabbed 57's wrist and pushed. The edge of Fina's opening slowly slipped over the obstruction and 57's entire hand finally popped inside.

"Wow," she whispered under her breath as she saw her hand disappear entirely inside her friend's vagina. Once there, she tried wiggling it and then moving her hand in and out, slowly at first but picking up speed as she saw that she wasn't hurting Fina. On the instroke, she sunk her hand in to the wrist and, on the outstroke pulled out until just before the point where she had been stuck before.

Serafina was in heaven. She could feel an orgasm approaching and she could tell it was going to be a big one. 57 awoke in her an almost animalistic lust and she was finding it a bit hard to go slow and let her take things at her own pace, though she knew that was what the woman needed. "Dio!" she groaned, "You are going to make me cum. Do not stop!"

Hearing Fina say she was about to cum made 57 feel a warm glow. She was accomplishing something she'd never thought would happen; she was going to make a woman orgasm all on her own. Feeling energized at this revelation, she picked up the pace of her fucking. With thumb of her left hand, 57 reached out to rub Fina's clit hard and fast as she raised her eyes to watch the shuddering woman's approaching climax. 

Serafina's hips came off the cushion and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her muscles clamped down hard on 57's invading hand as she tipped over into orgasm, her body quivering and shaking as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her. The near-seizure lasted for nearly a minute before she collapsed back onto the cushion and sighed, "Thank you for that, my dear. You have made me a very happy, very satisfied instructor."




'57' Ch. 04



Proud of herself, 57 said, "You're welcome. Thank you for letting me experience all these new things." Slowly, she eased her fist out of Fina. It was completely coated in vaginal juices. 57 looked at her hand, then up at Serafina. Keeping eye contact, 57 brought her hand to her lips and sensuously dragged her tongue through the creamy coating. To her surprise, Fina sat up and her tongue joined in the cleaning. Seeing her taste herself was a turn on, but it didn't compare to the feeling of Fina's tongue against her skin. If her tongue feels this good on just my hand... I wonder how it would feel against my own... clit. 

Fina smiled at her friend and said, "Now I think it is time for you to lay back and let me explore. I find that every partner is an opportunity to learn new things and I am eager to find what you can teach me."

"I doubt I can teach you anything, Fina. You are well-educated in this... much, much more than me," 57 said as she stood up to switch places with her, looking away from her friend. 

Fina stood alongside her, gently took her chin in her hand and turned her head to meet her eyes, "Listen to me, 57. I've seen some of what you can do. Just because you are not fully trained, does not mean you have nothing to offer. Insecurity is a major turn off. You do not want to turn me off, do you?"

Shaking her head, 57 said, "No, I don't."

"Good," she continued, "Confidence is sexy. Even if you are not feeling it inside, you need to learn to show it on the outside. You are to be a professional, trained in the art of love, and your demeanor is a big part of what makes you desirable."

"Yes, Serafina."

Serafina stroked 57's cheek lovingly with her fingertips and said, "Now lay back, cara mia."

The sound of Fina's sultry voice made 57 shiver. Following instructions, 57 laid back on the mattress. The first round of their lovemaking had left her soaking wet and almost painfully aroused, and the fact that her re-engineered body magnified all of those sensations only served to make the feeling even more intense. 

Seeing this innocent girl at her mercy built the fire of Serafina's passion higher. So many options, she thought to herself, smiling inwardly. She knelt at 57's feet and then, slowly and sensuously, crawled up the length of 57's body, her hard nipples tracing dual, erotic paths along her smooth skin. Coming to a stop with her knees astride 57's hips, their breasts rubbing together, Fina looked down at 57, gazing into her crystal blue eyes and smiling. She could see the burning desire there and knew it was mirrored in her own. 

Prolonging the moment, she brushed an errant strand of hair from the woman's cheek and said teasingly, "Is there something you desire, mia amore?" 

With her heart racing and her body yearning for Fina, 57 whispered, "Yes..." without breaking eye contact. 

Serafina leaned down, bringing her lips close. Barely brushing them against 57's, she breathed, "And what would that be?"

"I want..." 57 whispered breathlessly, "you."

The moment Fina heard 57's response, she closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. 57 prodded with her tongue and Fina opened her mouth, welcoming it in. As the kiss intensified, Fina slipped her knee between 57's legs and the woman spread them apart to let her in. Fina ran her leg up between them until her thigh came to rest against the wet cleft of 57's sex.

Fina abandoned 57's lips to explore elsewhere. Knowing that the neck is a major erogenous zone for most women, she nibbled, licked, kissed and bit her way along that smooth curve of porcelain skin. She knew she'd hit the spot by 57's response.

Lifting her hips, 57 ground her pussy against Serafina's thigh. She wrapped her arms around Fina's body, and let her hands caress the delicious curve of her back. Wanting Fina as close as possible, 57 tightened her grip and pulled Fina against her, mashing their chests together. 

Sensing how badly 57's body ached for more stimulation, Fina began to kiss lower. But in order to do so, she had to move her leg away from 57's pussy. 

Feeling Fina's leg slip away, 57 gasped in surprise,"No!...Please?"

Smiling, Fina reassured her, "Do not worry, cara mia. I have plans for you that involve much more than my leg... although it seems that even that has made you very wet."

Blushing, 57 said, "All because of you." The moment she said that, 57 flashed back to how hard Lindsey had worked to suppress any thought of being turned on by a woman and the shame such thoughts engendered. Shaking her head, she pushed those memories away. I am not Lindsey anymore. This is a new me. I am 57. 

Fina's luscious lips had continued on their downward path and found their way to 57's breasts. Grabbing the her pale white orb in one hand, Fina began to massage it as her mouth latched onto 57's pink, half dollar sized aureola. Pulling 57's hardening nipple into her mouth, Fina began to suck on it, interspersed with nibbles. 

Having Fina suck on her nipple set off fireworks in 57's body. Fire that traveled straight to her clit. The incredible sensitivity of her new body pushed her lust to new heights. Still, she wanted, she needed, more. Moaning, she tangled her fingers in the hair on the back of Fina's head and pulled her down to her breast.

Sensing that burning need, Fina took 57's nipple in her teeth and bit down. The response was as electrifying as it was immediate. 57's back arched, and her hips slammed up against Fina's belly as she shivered into an orgasm. The intense sensation combined with the memory of the last time her nipple had been bitten by Mary the cook pushing her over the edge.

Knowing 57's body was in overdrive and that she was still learning control, Fina was not surprised by how quickly she'd climaxed. Keeping stimulation on the woman's sensitive nipples with her fingers, Fina looked down at 57, "Did you enjoy that?"

Drifting in her post-orgasmic high, 57 simply nodded. 

Observing 57's blissed-out condition, Serafina giggled and said, "I guess that was a stupid question."

57's eyes peeked open. She grinned and purred, "Mmmmhmmm."

With her right hand, Fina reached down and slid her fingers between 57's pussy lips, coating them with her juices. Then bringing her fingers to her lips, Fina sucked them clean, but instead of swallowing, she leaned down and kissed 57 open mouthed, giving her friend a taste too. 

Only having Fina's addictive, naturally sweet juices as a reference point, 57 was hesitant to taste herself. But when Fina's tongue danced with her own, 57 found she very much enjoyed it. Her flavor was not quite as heavenly as Fina's in her opinion, but it was darn close. Why wouldn't Lindsey's husband have ever even tried to taste this? she wondered. 57 was fast realizing that oral sex was not as disgusting as Lindsey had been taught to believe. 

Breaking the kiss, Fina smiled. "I enjoyed making you cum too, but I think I would like this from the source." Sliding down 57's body once more, her friend's flawless cunt was soon before her face. Her glistening lips were simply too tempting to ignore, and she dragged her tongue along them wanting to get every delicious drop of nectar. Normally Fina would take her time teasing her lovers, building them up as much as she could, but something about 57 made it difficult to be patient. 

Once she'd realized what Fina was about to do, 57 had held her breath in anticipation. She wasn't quite sure what to expect as no one had ever had their lips on her pussy. As her friend's tongue made contact, a low moan escaped her. It felt amazing, much different than when she'd played with herself as Lindsey. Never in this life or her previous one, had someone taken the time to give her pleasure for its own sake. What sex she'd experienced had always been about the other person using her for their enjoyment or, more recently, as a way to teach her something. At first, she found it hard to let herself go and just enjoy the sensation, her mind still stuck in the mode of trying to please others, but as the stimulation continued, 57 became lost in the feeling. Slowly, she began to let go and simply allow herself to enjoy being the center of attention without guilt. The protesting voice of Lindsey in her head faded away to nothing and she let herself concentrate on what her body was telling her.

From her study of 57's mental profile, Serafina was intimately aware of the woman's sexual history. Knowing that this was 57's first time to be treated as a sexual equal, she was determined to make the experience as pleasurable and memorable as possible. She was literally going where no one had gone before. In this, however, she was uniquely qualified due to her long experience in pleasing others of both sexes and the inside knowledge she had as to what made 57 "tick".

Serafina pressed her tongue into the cleft between 57's labia, letting it sink into the warm, wet space between them. The taste was intoxicating to her and she eagerly probed the recesses trying to get as much of it as she could. Soon her experienced tongue found its target, the hard bud of 57's clit. She traced a slow circle around it, feeling her friend tremble in response.

Sensing another impending explosion, Fina lifted her head momentarily, looked up at 57 and said, "Try to hold off your orgasm and let the feeling build, cara mia. I know you have had some practice with this. You will be rewarded for your effort. I promise you."

As Fina's words registered on her nearly overwhelmed brain, 57 bit the inside of her lip and fought for a moment to gain control as she'd learned to do. Then, opening her eyes and meeting Fina's she replied, "I'll do my best."

"I know you will," Fina said, still smiling before returning to the task at hand.

Slipping a finger between 57's labia, she gave her clit a rub seeing the woman's muscles clench as she did. She only did that for a moment though, before she slid it lower to circle in her vaginal entrance teasingly. 57's hips thrust upward, wanting to capture the invading digit inside her. Fina wasn't quite ready to oblige her yet and continued to wiggle her finger just inside the sensitive opening, moving her hand along with the girl's hips.

57 grit her teeth and moaned. The teasing was frustrating but also very pleasurable. It was another way of submitting herself to the will of another and that was something that never failed to excite her. Doing her best to stay in control of her arousal, she tried to pay attention to the signals her body was sending her. She was finding that the more she practiced her orgasm control techniques the easier it became. 

Fina let her eyes wander over her friend's body, carefully observing the signs of arousal; little things like the hardening of her nipples, the goosebumps chasing themselves across her skin and the flush building up on her upper chest and breasts, combined with the more obvious ones such as her labored breathing, thrusting hips and impassioned moans. All of those allowed Fina's well-trained senses to gauge exactly how turned on 57 was and to play her body like a finely tuned instrument, building her slowly to a crescendo of passion. Judging the time to be right, she slipped her finger inside the wet tunnel of the woman's vagina.

The reaction from 57 was immediate as she captured the invading digit in a vice-like grip and a long, guttural utterance of "Fuuuuucccckkkk!" escaped from her lips. She'd never before wanted something to be inside her as badly she did at that moment. In her past life as Lindsey, she'd simply tolerated her husband's cock inside her, merely wanting him to do the act and get it over with. When her new body's virginity had been taken the night before, she'd found the physical act pleasurable but her visceral dislike for Maestro had got in the way of any emotional enjoyment. This was not at all the case with Serafina. This time she was involved, body and soul. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she willed her clenching pussy to relax and allow Fina to use her as she so desperately needed to be used.

Feeling her finger's release from its momentary imprisonment, Fina began to explore. 57 was tight... very tight, as was to be expected considering that she'd only been penetrated once before. The tunnel held her like the finger of a well-fitted silk glove, albeit a very warm and wet one. The muscles of its walls quivered from the building passion, clenching and unclenching as she began to slowly work her digit in and out.

Reaching up with her free hand, Fina pinched 57's nipple, forcing another impassioned moan from her. To 57, it felt like there was a wire running directly from there to her clit and the pinch sent a jolt of erotic electricity coursing through the connection. It never ceased to amaze her how sensitive her nipples were now, the slightest touch getting her aroused. 

Fina wasn't done however, not by a long shot. Releasing the trainee's nipple, she pulled back her hand and gave the breast a hard slap. 57 gasped and her body stiffened from the shock of the blow, but the tingling and warm glow that followed made her groan in pleasure. 

"Oh my God Fina, that felt amazing. More... Please?"

"Of course dear. It would be my pleasure," she replied as she pulled back and sideswiped 57's right breast open-palmed and then backhanded the left on the return swing. "Is that to your liking?"

57 grunted as each blow landed and then said with feeling, "Holy shit! I'm not sure I can hold out much longer. You're gonna make me cum!"

"Not yet, love. Hold it for me. I want to give you an orgasm like you have never had before."

"Every orgasm I've had since I woke up in this body has been like I've never had before," 57 whimpered, but nodded her assent. Serafina was pushing her to her limits but she was determined to do as she was told, trusting her friend's words and experience. 

Fina cranked it up another notch when she pushed a second finger into her and located her g-spot. 

57 gasped as Fina expertly maneuvered her fingers. As they rubbed against the sensitive portion of her tunnel, 57 struggled hard to stay in control. She bit her lip hoping the pain would distract her as she willed her body to hold back her orgasm. 

Observing the look of intensity on 57's face, Fina could tell that the woman was working hard, but she wasn't one to take things easy. She was curious as to how much her friend could actually take. Leaning down, she let her tongue slip once more between 57's labia and tease the hard bud of her clit.

Moaning, 57 began to plead breathlessly, "Fina... Please... I need to..." Just as she was about to say "cum", Fina's tongue contacted her clit. Erotic energy exploding from her pussy, 57 arched her back, and nearly screamed, "PLEASE!"

"My dear..." Fina responded between licks, "you may..." as she said this, she positioned one of her fingers at the opening of 57's asshole and rubbed it in the wetness flowing from her pussy. "CUM!" she commanded as she pushed it inside.

Hearing that word and feeling Fina's finger invade her backside triggered 57's violent release. "Fuccccccck!" she cried out as her hands went to the side of Fina's head to hold in place. All the muscles of her body strained, and the breath was forced from her lungs. Serafina's face was bathed in wetness, more than she could manage to lap up. As the waves of orgasm finally subsided, 57's muscles turned to jello and she loosened her grip on Fina's head. Nervelessly, her hands fell onto her belly. 

Serafina didn't stop however, she pushed a second finger into 57's ass and started roughly fucking it in and out, along with the fingers in her pussy, using both of her tight holes. "Again, 57," she ordered as she sucked the girl's clit back in her mouth.

Expecting to have a breather, 57 was taken by surprise. Initially she was almost unbearably sensitive. "Fina... No...." 57 began as she moaned at the almost overwhelming intensity of what she was feeling, "No more... I can't." Then, her lust reawakening, 57's hips began to move of their own volition, grinding her pussy against Fina's face. Within moments, she felt another climax building, even more intense than before. "Fuck! Oh God!! Fina I'm gonna cum again!!"

Hearing 57's cry, Fina worked even harder, pushing 57 through any barriers that stood in her way. Suddenly, her fingers were clamped in a vice-like grip by both of 57's holes and, in response, Fina wrapped her lips around the girl's clit and sucked hard. 

57 was wracked by tremors as her second climax rocketed through her body, taking her, as promised, to where she'd never been before. Wave after wave crashed through her as the intense orgasm went on and on. When it finally began to subside, she found it difficult to even form coherent thoughts. 57 had never cum back-to-back like that and she was amazed anew at how powerfully her new body responded. Still a bit breathless, she propped herself up on her elbows and raised her head to look down at Serafina. From between her legs, Fina met her eyes, her face shiny with 57's juices. 

"Even with my cum all over you, you look flawless. How do you manage to do that?" 57 asked with a chuckle. 

"I suppose I am just talented, no?" Fina giggled as she scooted up to cuddle her friend as she came down from her orgasmic high. She snuggled up against 57's side, resting her head on her friend's shoulder and ran her fingertips across the sweaty skin of her breast, tracing the outline of the pink handprint that was the result of her earlier slap.

Fina's caresses felt marvelous and 57 was surprised to find that she still wanted more. In fact, it seemed that her orgasms had only served to build her lust higher. Taking the initiative, she rolled onto her side and kissed her friend with growing passion. Finally breaking the kiss, she said, "I want to make you feel like you just made me feel, but I want us to do it together..." Without waiting for a response, 57 rotated her body, straddled Fina's face and leaned down to run her tongue along Fina's perfect slit. 

Serafina smiled inwardly as 57 took control of the situation, pleased that her friend was learning that she didn't always have to be passive. Those thoughts were pushed into the background, however, when 57's tongue slipped into her pussy. What 57 lacked in experience was more than made up for in her enthusiasm and Fina's body immediately responded.

57 focused all of her attention on pleasing Serafina. Doing her best to apply what she'd learned so far, she wrapped her lips around her friend's hard clit and sucked while swirling her tongue around its head. The taste was almost indescribable and awoke a craving deep inside her. 57 was slowly coming to grips with the fact that she was loving sex with a woman. This session with Fina was the most emotionally fulfilling sexual encounter she'd had in her life so far. She wasn't sure if that meant that she was really a lesbian (Lindsey's internal voice momentarily awoke in rebellion at that thought) or if this was simply a facet of her sexuality that had always been inside her but unexplored. Either way, she promised herself that this wouldn't be the last time she'd experience Sapphic love. She was through suppressing these feelings and thinking they were wrong. If this was sinful, then she would happily be a sinner. With that decision made, she locked Lindsey's protesting voice back into her mental box.

This inner dialog was interrupted when Fina mirrored what 57 was doing to her. Fina's hands reached around 57's hips and pulled her pussy down against her face. Extending her tongue, she ran it up and down the length of her friend's pussy, clit to asshole, circling them in turn with her tongue at the end of each transit. 57 moaned in response around Fina's clit and the vibration served to excite her friend even more. Fina's knees came up and she angled her pelvis so 57 could have better access. The trainee took immediate advantage and plunged her tongue as deeply as she could into Fina's vagina, fucking it like she wished she could do if she had a cock.