Whore smiled as she finished applying her lipstick, smacking her lips together and pouting to check the finished look. She had been thinking of herself as ‘Ella’ less and less recently, and had taken to wearing more make up and sluttier clothes to fully embrace her role as a whore. As the Professor’s wet and extremely willing whore.
After a solid week of giving handjobs and fingering the various people put in front of her, Whore felt like she could do it with her eyes closed (and quite often did). The Professor had told her the night before that they were moving on to the next phase of training, and she was determined to put her best hand forward, so to speak.
Even more pleasingly, the voice in the back of her head that had been causing her to doubt her new life was slowly getting the message, and Whore was hearing it less and less these days. Thank you gods, she thought to herself. I am happy, and there is no need for doubts.
Walking into the front room, Whore saw the Professor looking out of the window, lost in thought. As she moved towards him she took a moment to appreciate his godlike form, from his bulky body to the tattoos running across his chest and arms. As she reached him Whore assumed the waiting position and sat patiently, wondering what he was thinking about as she did so.
After a few minutes, the Professor turned to her and smiled, reaching out to stroke her hair. “Good morning, Whore. You look lovely this morning,” he said, tracing his thumb over her lipstick and smudging it across her cheek. Surprisingly, Whore wasn’t annoyed by this destruction of her carefully applied make up – on the contrary, she was grateful to the Professor for correcting whatever she had done wrong. “There. Now you look like a working whore. Absolutely perfect. Breathtaking, in fact,” he sighed to himself.
Breathtaking? Me? Wow!
I mean…we are pretty, you know.
We are, me, we are – the Professor says so!
“Thank you for correcting me, sir,” Whore replied, wondering how she could make herself look more used on a daily basis. After a moment of thought, she decided would need to clarify another time and turned her attention back to her man.
“Now, to work!” the Professor said, clapping his hands together. “We have a lot to do over the coming few days and not a lot of time to do it, as plans have changed. We’re going to have to…improvise. But before we do, whore, let me make you a cup of tea and I will tell you all about the next phase of your training. Have a seat on the sofa, put whatever you want on the telly, and I will be right back,” he said as he walked towards the kitchen.
In less than a minute, Ella was fully under, the subliminal messaging of the television having hypnotised her easily. She absentmindedly reached down to play with herself, gently circling her clit and whimpering.
The Professor walked back into the room after a few minutes and sat next to her, a steaming cup of tea in hand.
“I wish I didn’t have to do this this way, whore, but unfortunately I have no choice. You see, the Duke has been asked to plan the summer festival for the Monarch – the man who runs this organisation. Unfortunately, the Monarch has been forced to make the festival much earlier than usual, as his favourite concubine is due to give birth to their second child – our future Prince – around the time we would normally celebrate Summer. This means we have one month to finish your training and have your deflowering ceremony before you are put before him at the festival,” the Professor sighed. “He occasionally choses new whores to copulate with – a huge honour – but that requires you to be taking on clients. With all that in mind, today’s training on oral sex will be given to you whist hypnotised, and then you will be servicing the Duke and Danika this afternoon to ensure you have taken on board everything you are told. This fast hypnosis-only training hasn’t been done before, so I need you to listen to me and do everything I say, and to climax at least three times as I do it to make sure that all the information goes into your brain and sticks. If all goes well, that will be the end of your oral training and we will move swiftly on. Do you understand?” he asked.
“I understand, sir,” Ella said, her eyes blank.
As the Professor gave the hypnotised Whore instructions, he marvelled at the beautiful woman before him. Ella had been fighting the subliminal messaging, sure, but as she found her confidence in her new role, the nagging voices in her head were reducing, and she had been hearing them less and less, and hardly ever these days. Whore had told him this herself the last time that she was under, her ability to lie demolished by the unique training she had been undertaking. The Professor’s mind control technique was working, and he couldn’t help but pat himself on the back. It had taken time, sure, and there were more than a few girls that they had had to fall back on traditional methods with, but since he had figured out that sexual arousal was the key to a whore’s brain accepting the hypnosis, everything had gone better than he could have dared hope for. Ella was the living, breathing, sopping wet proof of that.
After another few hours of deep sleep training Ella awoke from the hypnosis and looked around, wondering whether the Professor had finished his phone call yet. She stood up and stretched, missing the wet puddle on the sofa behind her that was the evidence of the day's hypnotic training.
A knock at the door saw the arrival of the Duke and Ella squeaked, running to a mirror to check her make-up was OK. She was glad she was already feeling aroused, as it would make the next few hours much easier.
How long were we watching the telly? The Duke wasn’t supposed to be here until after lunch!
It must have been a while, me, if he is here now. I hope the Professor isn’t mad. We didn’t even notice!
“Ah, hello Whore. You remember Danika,” the Duke said, and Ella felt her cheeks redden as the gorgeous man spoke to her.
Dreamy…
“Yes, my Lord Duke. Hello, Danika,” Whore said, nodding to her colleague in sex.
“Ah, you’re here. Hello, both,” called the Professor from his office. “Danika, the Negotiator has given you your instructions?” he asked with a grin.
Danika responded with a small smile: “Yes, sir. My master has instructed me to last as long as possible and that I am not allowed to come without permission from either yourself or the Duke,” she said, eyes facing the ground. “If I come without permission, I will be punished,” Danika breathed as she squeezed her legs together in arousal. Ella thought to herself that she would do her utmost to get Danika to come without permission so she could be punished, as she clearly wanted it.
“Correct. Now, dear Duke, would you like first or second innings?” The Professor asked.
“Danika has a time limit here, whereas I in fact do not” rumbled the Duke. “I shall await my time with the glorious Whore.”
Glorious? He thinks I am glorious?
He does just want sex…but all the same, it’s a nice compliment.
Hush me, maybe he does think we’re glorious and not just because he wants to get his leg over. Wow!
“In that case, Danika, do you require anything before you begin Whore’s exam?”
“No, thank you, sir,” Danika replied.
“Whore, take Danika to your room. You have an hour to orally please her to orgasm, although you can use your hands to assist. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, thank you,” Whore breathed.
“Danika, you may not orgasm for the first…55 minutes. Then, I want you to orgasm twice in the final five minutes and if you don’t, you will be in isolation and wearing a chastity belt for the next week. Do you understand?” the Professor said, smirking.
“Yes, Professor. Thank you, Professor,” Danika moaned.
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Whore closed the door behind them and gestured Danika towards the bed. Giving herself a pep talk, she took a deep breath and put her best whore persona on.
I can do this. I can do this!
“Move to the bed, please,” she asked Danika gently, still feeling awkward.
“Don’t ask, demand” said Danika softly. “I like… I like being told what to do. I need to be told what to do.”
“But before- "
“I hated it. Being in charge, that is. I would much rather be submissive,” Danika shrugged.
Whore twitched her nose for a few seconds, thinking, before pushing Danika towards the bed. “Sit on the edge of the bed, Danika, and spread your legs. Let me see your pussy.”
Danika smirked at Whore before slowly removing her clothes and pants. Naked, she sat as asked, and Ella’s breath caught.
Wait… I haven’t been taught anything. What do I do?
For god’s sake, just do something! If I fail, the Professor will be disappointed in me!
Sinking to her knees, Ella crawled slowly towards her prey. Danika’s eyes lit up as Whore stopped in front of her and gently lifted her leg, planting soft kisses on her foot and ankle. Whore’s kisses slowly moved up Danika’s leg to her knee, before switching legs and starting again. Danika’s breathing became deeper as Ella started to move higher up her leg, ending the journey north by sucking and nibbling at Danika’s inner thighs.
At the same time, Ella reached up to play with Danika’s breasts, pulling at her nipples and gently scraping them with her nails to add a little bit of pain to the pleasure. After a few more minutes of kissing and nibbling her thighs, Ella dropped Danika’s leg and quickly moved to add her mouth to the assault on her examiner’s breasts. Squeezing, pinching, scraping, kissing, licking, sucking; despite being nowhere near Danika’s pussy, Ella had the woman panting and begging to be touched.
“Now, Danika, I need to know – how do you feel about anal teasing? A bit of rimming? Maybe even a tongue?”
“Yesssssss Whore, please god yessss,” Danika moaned.
Ella grinned, telling Danika to turn and lie on her stomach with her legs still hanging off the edge of the bed.
Perfect, Ella thought.
Blowing gently on Danika’s clit, Ella followed it up with two fingers sliding between her labia, stretching her open. A quick flick of her tongue on Danika’s labia caused the woman in question to hiss in impatience, and Ella laughed to herself.
“Now now, slut” said Ella sexily, “you still have half an hour til you can come. I am not going to rush.”
Sticking her tongue out, Ella licked over and around Danika’s vulva before flicking her clit with her tongue. Danika moaned, her hands fisting the bedding in delight and frustration.
Repeating and repeating her tongue’s ministrations, Ella feasted on Danika’s now puffy cunt. Curling two fingers in Danika’s snatch to add to the sensations, it wasn’t long before Ella’s face and hands were glistening. The power she felt was indescribable.
Taking a moment to catch her breath and slow down the events of the moment, Ella spat on to Danika’s brown star and slowly circled it with her finger. Danika moaned loudly and pushed her backside towards Ella’s face, desperate for her to continue. After a solid few minutes of teasing, Ella finally pushed one finger in Danika’s anus at the same time as she began to suck Danika’s clit again. Ella felt Danika’s overstimulated screams rising and paused quickly to check the time.
1.55 pm. Perfect.
A short, intense final attack on Danika’s clit saw Whore rewarded with a powerful squirt over her face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I’m coming, I’m coming!” Danika cried out.
As Danika rode high on the moment, Ella pondered what would make her come again in this situation, aware of the time limit they had left. Grinning, she took her hand and forced her fingers inside Danika’s sodden snatch one by one, eventually fisting her roughly. Using her other hand to force Danika to turn her head towards her, Ella spat on her face and began to talk dirty to her.
“Your master is going to be so pleased with your performance today, Danika. You’ve been such a good girl. In fact, you’ve been such a good girl I am going to ask to join you both sometime soon, when you can be subservient to both your master and me. We’ll do the most disgusting, vile, hot, kinky things all night long, and you’ll beg for mercy but we won’t give it to you. We will humiliate you in every way possible, and you will beg us to do more, more! Do you want that, slut? If you want that, then come. Right. Fucking. Now!” she snarled.
Danika screamed in pleasure and pain as Ella continued to pummel her insides, orgasming so hard that she passed out briefly. A scream from Ella saw the Professor rushing into the bedroom and smiling at the scene. After reassuring Ella that Danika was OK and that she had passed the first part of the exam, he left the room.
After a few minutes, Danika woke up and turned to face Ella, her body glowing in a post-orgasmic haze.
“Thank you, Ella. Whore. That was…only my master could make me squirt harder,” Danika smiled.
Yesss! We did it!
How did we do it?
It doesn’t matter, me!
Danika dressed herself and the ladies left the room, heading towards the front room. Ella was glad she had passed the first part of the exam, and she was sure that the second part involved the Duke which made her pussy as wet as Danika’s had been.
If only it was both the Duke and the Professor…
Holy fuck, I think I just came from that thought alone.
“We are back, sirs,” Ella said happily, supporting Danika on her still wobbly legs.
“Well done, Ella. That was quite the display, both of you. Danika, we are grateful for your assistance today. Tobias is waiting outside the front door to take you home. Your master is very pleased with you and requires you to drink the two bottles of water waiting for you in the car. Now go,” he said, smiling.
Danika said her goodbyes and left in a hurry, leaving Ella alone with the two main men of her sexual fantasies.
“Well, whore, you passed the first part of the exam with flying colours. Would you like to start the second now, or do you need a moment?” asked the Professor.
“I would like to start the second part, please, sir. I…enjoyed Danika, but I… I think… I think I may go insane if a thick, pulsing dick isn’t put in my mouth in the next 5 minutes,” she said, looking him straight in the eyes.
I need a dick in my mouth. I mean, almost as much as I need a cock in my empty, aching snatch. I just need dick and I fucking need it now!
Do we really need it right — no, you’re right. I need a good hard head fucking before a good hard cunt fucking her subconscious decided.
“You’re in luck, whore, as the Duke has volunteered to be your examiner today,” said the Professor.
“Thank you, my lord,” Ella said to the Duke, leading him to her room.
*********
Ella knelt on the floor naked and looked up at the imposing figure of the Duke, her tongue sticking out to receive his special package. At her own request, her chocker had been tightened slightly and her nipple piercings were the warm side of hot, giving her an additional source of arousal.
The Duke unzipped his trousers and pulled out his flaccid cock, which always made her drool. Like the Duke himself, his dick was on the chubby side – girthy, though no longer than average. Ella didn’t mind though, as she loved when he stretched her pussy out; the sting during and after was delicious. In fact, that word could be used for the Duke in general – delicious. She normally didn’t go for red faces and slight paunches and she really hated moustaches but the Duke appeared to be the exception for all of them.
The sexy, manly exception to my usual rules.
The Duke walked forward and rubbed her face with his cock, sending waves of pleasure to her pussy as he did so.
“This is where you belong, whore – in front of me or the Professor, our cocks in your slut mouth whilst you worship us. Suck me off, you fucking slut, make me come in your whore mouth,” he growled.
Did I just gush?
I think we’re going to need a dingy. I’m that wet.
Maybe we can ask the Professor to talk dirty to us sometimes, too?
That second gush tells me I liked that idea.
Ella felt the Duke shove himself into her willing mouth and she moaned in excitement. Running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip, she made sure to get each bit of his dick and even spent time sucking his balls into her mouth. The Duke, mad with lust, cursed and swore and called her every filthy name under the sun which simply continued to increase Whore’s arousal.
Making sure to look into the Duke’s eyes every so often, Ella added her hands to the mix as she used her tongue to circle and flick the Frenulum, causing his knees to buckle briefly. Then – finally, as far as the Duke was concerned – Ella took the Duke’s tip into her mouth and stroked it with her tongue before making her way down his shaft. As she began to suck and wank him the Duke grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him whenever she moved too far back. His reaction to her administrations was heady, and she felt like the most powerful woman in the world.
Stopping for a moment to reach behind him, she pulled apart the...
