She had screamed when she had her first orgasm, and wailed in a panic that she was having a heart attack… and Richard still could not explain why he had lifted her onto his lap to calm her, and explained to her what had happened before she would stop sobbing.
Now, instead of fearing him, she trusted him completely, and was devastated when she disappointed him.
“Why are you being punished, Courtney?”
“Because you tickled me, Master Richard.”
She bit her bottom lip and gave him an impish smile.
I have so got to get rid of her.
“Courtney…”
“Because I did not keep still,” she replied, and as he walked to the counter, he heard her say softly, “because, you tickled me.”
He returned with two clamps, coated in rubber, and pinched her nipples until they were tight and she squealed.
“Owie… ouch… ouch… owie,” she complained when the clamps were attached.
Her head swayed in agony while her hair swept her back, and Richard stood back to watch her with his cock practically breaking his zipper.
He walked forward again and stroked her pussy, thumbing her clit until her head stopped shaking and began to roll, and the wails turned into moans.
She had an amazing ability to cross over from pain to passion that was extraordinary for one so timid.
Richard freed his cock with his other hand and spread her small hole open.
He entered her with a single thrust, and she gasped and lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips and pulling him closer.
Richard circled her tiny waist, to lift some of the strain off of her arms, and she met his plunging thrusts with urgency until she screamed out her orgasm and caused him to jerk to fulfillment.
Maybe, I won’t get rid of her.
She had spent the first three nights in the cage sniffling frightened sobs and softly calling out to him in the darkness how afraid she was to be alone.
Richard finally brought her to his bed where she curled up beside him, and he justified the unheard of acquiescence by telling himself that he could not get any rest and that he was afraid she would choke on a gag if he left it on her all night.
Lately, such as tonight, she rested her head on his chest with her fist balled up by her face.
The next morning at breakfast, they tried Fallon next to Isabelle.
The girl glared at Fallon, and narrowed her eyes down at Courtney in challenge, blaming her for getting her into trouble.
“Don’t start, Isabelle,” Fallon warned.
Isabelle whispered so low, she was sure they would not pick up what she was saying.
The group in the dining room
did
have to turn the speaker all the way up.
“Start what, you green eyed witch?
You’re ending up as a servant, with those long skinny arms and legs, and I’m going back to a harem.
Next time, I
will
end up the Master’s favorite.
Maybe I’ll steal
your
Master.
He seems to be in charge.”
“Well, you certainly seem to spend a lot of time on these plans that blow up in your face.
Oh… and just to save you the trouble,”
Fallon turned slightly and shifted her long arms across her back, picked up the water, and dumped it on top of Isabelle’s mash.
“I’m not thirsty, and we certainly wouldn’t want you to get too parched to scream later in training.”
“You bitch,” Isabelle gasped.
Fallon ignored her, and said, “Andrea, did you hear anything more about them training our new friend for that Mistress’ harem?
Apparently, she can’t please a Master.”
Isabelle hissed, “Just watch me.
I’ve learned my way around their little world, and eventually they’ll figure out they’ve got me on the wrong side of the collar.”
“Let me know how that works out for you,” Fallon chuckled, and leaned down to eat her breakfast.
In the dining room, they returned to eating.
“The cat seems a little more aggressive and self-assured than I thought she was,” Sienna commented.
“Surprised me a bit, too,” Dawson admitted.
“It does seem they’ve all resigned themselves to the training.”
He looked over to Richard.
“How’s Courtney doing?”
Richard stopped in mid-forkful.
“She’s fine.”
“Pretty little thing, though she seems to have a bottomless pit of those tears,” Brian coaxed.
“She’s just a little timid, but she’s working through it.”
Richard stared uneasily at his plate, and continued to eat.
“It seems a shame to have her lost in a harem of choices,” Sienna added.
Richard looked up to see them all looking at him.
“Stop it.
Her training is going just fine, and in two months she goes to Dawson.”
“And when those big blue eyes fill with tears while he’s leading her away, you’ll be fine with it?” Sienna asked.
“Dammit, Sienna.
I’ve already thought about trading for Isabelle or Fallon.
I know I’m screwing up her training, but every time I try to get back on track…”
Richard tossed his fork onto his plate in frustration.
“Is she listening to you?” Dawson asked.
“Of course, she is.
She has a meltdown if she thinks she’s messed up.”
“Are you able to work her at all, or do her eyes spilling over make you back off?” Sienna asked.
“Are you kidding?
Every time I punish her, we both end up exploding.
I mean, she cries and says it hurts, and pulls the wailing stuff at first, but god… she throws her head and quivers, and I find her practically dripping.
And she’s never asked me to stop anything I’ve done to her.”
Richard was getting hard, just picturing her last night with the clamps.
“Courtney?” Brian asked, incredulously.
Richard looked him straight in the eye.
“Courtney,” he assured him.
“Richard, let’s see what’s happening at the end of the first training session.
You may want to consider a pre-sell on her,” Dawson tossed out, and he received the reaction he had predicted from his brothers and sister.
“What?” Sienna exclaimed.
The two brothers’ mouths fell open, as well.
“In case no one is paying attention, we’re not getting any younger.
We still have heirs we need to produce and get trained into the business.
Sienna, you already said you aren’t interested,” Dawson reminded her.
“No, I most certainly have no interest in swelling up with a baby… but, I won’t mind teaching my little nieces,” she smiled.
“I’m just throwing that out there, Richard, so you won’t be fighting the decision because of us.
If she is really adapting that well, it might be worth taking you off rotation for the others so that you can spend the year acclimating her to the estate after you’ve trained her.
Things are already messed up slightly with the pre-sell on Andrea.”
Dawson thought of Courtney’s pixie appearance, and decided she was a good fit for his brother.
“Well, there’s no way I’m pre-selling Isabelle.
She is so syrupy phony I’m spending my time just trying to get an honest reaction from her,” Brian stated.
“If you all end up keeping yours through the year, I can probably use the time to try to turn her around.”
“I understand from Devon she has a real aversion to pain,” Richard commented.
“What she has is an aversion to authority.
You heard her.
She thinks she should be a Mistress, because she has absolutely no idea what it is… only that it’s someone in charge.
I already know what I’m going to do with her… and it is way out of the box for us.”
“I think you’re enjoying this little challenge, Brian,” Sienna commented.
“You bet your pony, I am,” he chuckled.
It was Courtney’s turn for a trip to Adela, and Richard was more nervous than she was.
Her big blue eyes took in the room, and she thought about Fallon and Andrea.
The eyes swam and she looked up at him.
“Are you going to bald my head, Master?”
Richard stroked the silky blonde tresses and chuckled.
“No, Courtney, it will be more like Fallon.
Andrea’s being specialty trained.
You know that.”
“Yes, Master Richard.”
Courtney walked towards the table.
“Does it hurt?
Will the doctor knock me out, like you did on the plane?”
“No, we don’t knock you out, and yes, it does hurt a bit,” he admitted.
“Not too bad, kind of like the stuff we do?”
Those big blue eyes… “A lot like that.
If you behave, I have something special for you.”
Richard fished the box out of his pocket, and opened it to show her small gold rings with a chain pooled in the middle.”
Courtney thought for a moment, and climbed up on the table.
“Okay, they’re smaller than Fallon’s, so maybe it won’t be too bad.”
She looked over towards him and held out her hand, and Richard handed her the box and she picked up the rings to study them.
“You’ll be here with me, right, Master?”
“I’ll be here… and you’re going to behave.”
“Yes, Master Richard.”
The door opened and Adela walked in.
“So, this is your little fairy.”
Courtney smiled at her, and Adela was stunned.
The woman was a perfect miniature beauty.
“Good god, Richard,” Adela whispered.
“Yes, well, I guess you can see my problem.”
Courtney overheard him, and her insecurity re-surfaced and the eyes filled, immediately causing Adela’s panties to soak.
“Is there something wrong with me, Master Richard?”
Courtney began to shake, and wondered what the doctor was going to have to do to fix her.
“No, Courtney,” Richard said in exasperation.
“Lie down and do as Mistress Adela tells you.”
“Yes, Master Richard.”
Courtney lay down and looked around wildly until she spotted him up by the top of the bed and leaning against a cabinet.
“You’re not leaving, right?”
“I already told you I would stay.
Now, pay attention to what the Mistress tells you to do.”
Courtney readily assumed all the positions Adela needed to get her secured, and when she inserted the speculum into her bottom, Courtney began to cry.
“Ow… owie…”
Richard caught Adela’s eye and wiggled his finger, and Courtney cried while the bars spread and the woman began to stroke her slit.
As usual, it took only a moment for her to calm down, and her shudders were more the result of passion than pain, while she closed her eyes and teased her bottom lip with her teeth.
Adela looked at the perfect portrait of desire and shook her head, wondering if she would make it through the appointment.
“You better not let the others take a turn with her, or you might not get her back.”
“I kept wondering if it was just me.”
“Richard, she’s exquisite.”
Adela spread the chemical, and Courtney sobbed and wailed all through the peeling and the piercing.
Richard held out a hand to help her sit up, and her hitching sobs subsided when he attached the ‘Y’ shaped chain onto her nipple rings and the piercing through her clit.
Courtney seemed to forget the traumatic episode, and ignored the soreness while she looked at the thin gold links.
Fallon and Andrea did not get a chain.
Richard slipped his hand through it, and Courtney gasped when he pulled.
The chain slipped right off with only a little tug.
“There’s a small amount of iron on the ends of the chain and tiny magnets in the rings, and that way we don’t have to worry about tearing if you snag it on something,” he said as he reattached it.
“Oh my gosh, I didn’t even think of that.
Thank you, Master Richard,” her soft solemn voice replied.
“Why do I have the weird idea I should be handing her a lollipop?” Adela chuckled.
Courtney stood up, holding Richard’s hand, and he swatted her on the bottom.
“She can have a lollipop later, seeing as her pussy will be out of commission for a while.”
Courtney had only sucked him once, because usually he ended up inside her after their encounters.
She wrinkled her nose at the thought of doing it again.
“Report undue redness or infection, and keep antiseptic on her for a few days.”
Courtney looked down at her bald pussy.
“Do you have to do that every week, like shaving my legs, Mistress?”
“No, Courtney, this is a one time deal.”
She smiled up at her.
“Thank you, Mistress Adela.”
Adela shook her head as the fairy woman followed Richard out.
Courtney knelt between Fallon and Andrea in front of Demano, with Isabelle off to Fallon’s side.
Demano was Isabelle’s current target of interest, as the Masters of the house seemed to ignore her and she was having trouble getting back into Brian’s good graces.
When Courtney was led in with her pretty golden chain, Isabelle’s eyes narrowed.
How the hell did that insipid little twit accomplish that?