(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Monaco/Characters/Avatars/KarinAvatar_04.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">KARIN LECONTE</span></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>BAF Training Rooms<br/><strong>With:</strong>Master and an NPC public slave<br/><br/>I had visited Master’s office a few times, but that had been when he had worked in the education board some time before, and once in the older BAF office in Nice, near where we’d lived. I had never had the chance though, to see him in his new job and see him give orders. He was terribly strict and bossy and it excited me to have a Master who was so powerful a man, ordering his employees around like they were slaves too. It felt odd to see men given orders to other men, when all my life in school I was used to seeing men give orders to girls.<br/><br/>I loved how he referred to me, calling me all those sexy names we’d been taught in school; “filthy slut”, “wanton harlot”, “cunt”, “whore”. I adored the names, I adored the very words themselves – they were words a slave celebrated! Such beautiful perfect words, so richly descriptive of what I now was! I wanted to press my thighs together and rub myself, those words excited me so much, but a slave was always forbidden to close her legs. They must always remain parted; her knees and ankles should never touch unless a Master bound them together.<br/><br/>My eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the mop and how the chubby man held the rigid handle at her neck that he used to push and pull to guide her mouth across the areas of floor where my slave juice had dripped in little clear droplets. The anonymous rubber-coated mop-slave eagerly licked everything up and shocked though I was, she obviously enjoyed being a simple tool.<br/><br/>When the technician who had filmed me was dismissed, Master turned to me. He looked into my eyes and I looked happily up at him, making big puppy-eyes and begging silently to be of some service for him, to be made use of in some way.<br/><br/>“An idle slave is a waste of her Master’s money and time. Be of use at all times, in any way, no matter how small.” Monsieur Bruille’s teaching was loud in my head.<br/><br/>Then I was given my first ever task! Master slapped my own registration document against my tits and I moved one hand to hold it there, the other remaining behind me. He cupped my face in his hands and stared deep into my eyes. The moment was intense.<br/><br/><strong><em>"You belong to me now. You are my property. I own you. You are my most prized possession. I am still your papa and you are still my daughter, but now I am also your master and you are my slave."</em></strong><br/><br/>I said nothing and made no sound as he tenderly kissed my forehead and ran his warm firm caring hands down my upper arms. The size of my tits meant his thumbs grazed my nipples.<br/><br/><strong><em>"I will make you do things for me. You will please me any way I wish. I will reward you when you make me proud. I will punish you when you disappoint me. But no matter how much I make you feel good or how much I hurt you or how much I make you cry in pleasure or scream in pain, I will always love you."</em></strong><br/><br/>I stared into one of his eyes, then flicked my view to the other, then back again, not knowing behind which eye lay the real heart of this amazing man, my Master.<br/><br/><strong>“Oui, Maître. Merci beaucoup, Maître.”</strong>I answered, gratefully,<strong>“This cunt will delight in anything her Master does to her, or wants from her. Anything at all.”</strong><br/><br/>I grunted in pain as he suddenly grabbed my hair and then marched me down a corridor, around a couple of turnings and into another room, my tall heels clicking rapidly as I trotted to keep up with him. I didn’t understand why he grippe dmy hair this way. It hurt but it wasn’t a slave’s place to know or understand her Master’s motivations. The room we entered was bare and stark with plain concrete walls, covered with a simple coat of whitewash and a pair of bare light bulbs that cast a harsh bright light. There was little equipment, just a table and a wooden chair to one side. I knew of these rooms, all BAF offices had them. When at school we had gone on a tour to the main BAF office in Nice. These were the training rooms where young girls were brought – or even older women whose freedom licences had expired – to be trained into obedient slaves. Those like me who had gone through the school system usually needed little training, though a few had to have their wills broken. It was the once-free older women who suffered most in these places. When we had gone on the school trip to Nice there had been a woman of about thirty in one of the rooms, bent backwards over a horizontal bar, her ankles bound to the ends of a long leg-spreader that was anchored to the floor and her arms dragged down behind her, elbows cruelly bound together, the ropes that bound her wrists secured to a ring in the floor. Her whole body was arched backwards over the bar in a curve like a horseshoe and her big tits stuck up proudly. She wore a ring gag and one trainer was fucking her face upside down, thrusting brutally down her throat while a second one used a flogger on her tits and belly and cunt.<br/><br/>The senior years at school had punishment training classes to help us acclimatize to pain but I had never seen anything so brutal before. The woman was making awful sounds, crying and choking, almost throwing up and in between the gagging sounds, she made noises that I could guess were pleading and begging as her mouth was raped. She made loud “Uuuuurrrrrh!” groans of agony each time her tits were whipped.<br/><br/>Her upturned face was thick with bubbled saliva strings and what looked like men’s discharge that ran from her mouth down into her nose and eyes and hair. On the floor under her head was a sticky growing puddle of white fluid.<br/><br/>The supervisor explained to us awestruck sixteen-year-olds that the woman had been in training two weeks but her haughty arrogant nature was making her difficult to break. “This morning she insulted a guard and spat at him and it was decided to cure her disrespectful mouth. This is the fourth trainer who has fucked her face so far. She’ll be fucked by several more before her punishment is over. If she is verbally disrespectful again, we simply repeat the punishment for longer until she learns.”<br/><br/>I had stared at the poor woman’s agony, watching her reddened marked tits shudder and bounce under the lash. I was filled with fear and shock and yet excited all at the same time. Would an owner do the same to me one day? I remember going home to papa and as usual he was interested in my schooling so when I told him about our BAF visit he asked me several questions about my thoughts and reactions to the punishment. I’d confessed to him that I had felt strangely excited by it and had wondered how it felt to be bound at the mercy of an angry Master. I had wanted to touch myself.<br/><br/>My mind came back to the present. There was just one other object in the room. A chubby blonde girl with small tits was bound astride a ‘horse’, a sharp-edged triangular wooden torture device I had known at school and which was used on girls who had cunts that came too soon or didn’t cum when ordered to; “disobedient cunts” was what Monsieur Bruille called them. I had been a good girl at school and had never been astride one. I knew from others that they were absolute agony, especially after a while. Her ankles were cuffed to rings cemented into the floor and her arms were bound, elbows and wrists together – a strappado – directly out behind her and suspended from a chain that was bolted to the ceiling. A large whirring and clattering machine was positioned in front of and above her. An electric fucking machine. The dildo mounted on it was pushing back and forth, vertically downwards. The girl’s head was forced right back, her open mouth up towards the ceiling and the machine was raping her mouth. Long thick glutinous strings of saliva hung from her chin and had puddled on the floor. She was moaning and groaning pathetically in pain and coughing now and then as the dildo made her gag and spew up more drool. There were cruel clamps on her nipples and weights hung from them, swaying as the machine made her move.<br/><br/>It looked like agony! Such a beautiful sight. I was reminded of that day in Nice…<br/><br/>Master turned the machine off and wheeled it aside, then unclipped her nipple clamps. She gasped with pain as the blood flowed back into her flesh. Master bent down to rub and pinch and roll each in turn. The blonde groaned again, making slobbering sounds. As she lowered her head I saw her face and realised that she actually looked a little like me though she was plumper and had fatter thighs and smaller tits and her skin wasn’t as clear as mine. I felt sorry for her. She would have a low DMV and be bought by some cheap owner who lacked class and style.<br/><br/>Master ordered her up and she lifted herself off the wooden horse. Master dragged it out from under her and she groaned gratefully, lowering herself again, though this posture pulled her arms up behind her more, forcing her head forwards. She panted a little between small sobs and coughs, tears running down her face, obviously recovering from a long session of pain and enforced gagging on the horse and the fucking machine.<br/><br/>Master turned to me.<br/><br/><strong><em>"It's time to see what your father and Master does at work, cunt. Right now, I'm training this slave, getting her ready for the trading house. Since it makes me so hard to hurt her, I'm going to fuck her like the slut she is. First, she's going to suck me off and get me harder and covered in her drool. Usually I fuck her dry, but today I'm going to see if all those lessons in eating cunt you took paid off. Lie down between her legs, slave, and get her ready to get fucked by your Master. If you do a good job, I might let that cunt between your legs get a reward."</em></strong><br/><br/>I had eaten out many cunts at school, I was used to it and enjoyed it. One of the commonest things two masters enjoyed doing when they got together socially was to pair their slaves up and order them to fuck in order to entertain their owners. For this reason our last year in school had contained many practical classes. Monsieur Bruille always seemed extremely enthusiastic when our class went to the gym and there laid out on the floor were rows of padded exercise mats. He would point to a girl at random and order her to strip and stand on a mat until half the class were naked. Then he’d order the rest of the girls to strip and one at a time he’d point to a girl at random that she had to join so we made up pairs. If there was an odd number of girls one mat would have three on. He then ordered us to have sex, usually orchestrating the whole class so that we were all doing the same act at the same time – eating cunt, licking anus, suckling nipples, sixty-nineing, tribbing and so on. He would then walk around the class watching intently and calling out extra instructions or guiding with comments until all us girls were panting and sweaty and cumming all over the place! He liked to pair us at random so we could not pair off with our friends and favourites and sometimes he’d pair up girls who disliked each other. I remember for several weeks he made two girls do sex where one was bullying the other in the playground each day. It was interesting to see the bully forced to lick her victim to orgasm.<br/>So when Master ordered me to eat out the bound woman I didn’t hesitate for a second. There was also no need to speak. I placed the plastic wallet containing my documents carefully on the desk then went down on my knees on the cold hard floor, lying down to get on my back and slither up so my head was between her thighs. I put my arms up through between her legs first so I could pull her buttocks open and spread her cunt wide with my fingers. She seemed to want this and lowered her cunt onto my face even though it must have been painful for her arms.<br/><br/>I began to lap at her gently at once, knowing the poor woman must be sore. I used my tongue slowly and carefully at first, then began to flicker the tip of it against her clit which I exposed with my fingers. Repeatedly lapping my tongue over her clit and with my nose pushed up into her rear pucker I ground the tip of it against that muscle to excite her more quickly.<br/><br/>The girl began to pant and sigh and then moan and soon she was grinding her cunt hard against me and crying out repeatedly, though she wasn’t cumming. I could sense she wanted to but she could not of course, without my Master giving her an order to.