“Please,” I begged as Jax began to release me from the tasting harness. “I’m not ready for that. Daddy, please?—”
Jax’s hand cracked across my face, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to startle me into silence. “Little girls don’t decide what they’re ready for,” he said, his voice dangerously soft. “Daddy knows what’s best.”
Once I was free of the harness, Jax guided me to the pink stool. My legs trembled so badly I could barely stand.
“Bend over,” he instructed, pressing between my shoulder blades until I was folded over the stool. The polished wood felt cool against my bare skin. Rudy secured my wrists to the front legs of the stool while Mateo fastened restraints around my knees, spreading them wide apart.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t close my legs. Couldn’t hide any part of myself from the nine men watching me with hungry eyes.
“Perfect,” Jax murmured, running his hand down my spine to the curve of my bottom. “Such a pretty picture. Don’t you agree, gentlemen?”
“Magnificent,” Oscar replied, his voice thick with lust.
Viktor made a sound of approval. “I particularly appreciate the contrast between the pink wood and her red bottom.”
Jax’s fingers traced the marks his earlier spanking had left. “Yes, she marks beautifully. But we need to make sure she’s properly prepared for what’s coming.” He picked up the lubricant and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers.
I flinched when his slick finger touched my virgin hole, circling it with gentle pressure.
“Relax,” he instructed. “Fighting it will only make it hurt more.”
I tried to breathe deeply, to let the tension flow out of my body as his finger pressed more insistently against the tiny ring. When it finally entered me, I gasped at the strange, invasive sensation.
“That’s it,” Jax encouraged, working his finger deeper. “Good girl. You’re taking Daddy’s finger so well.”
The praise shouldn’t have affected me, but it did. I felt an absurd desire to please him, to be good at this degrading thing being done to me. When he added a second lubricated finger, stretching me further, I whimpered, but didn’t fight.
“She’s very tight,” Jax commented to his guests. “This will be her first time taking anything in her little bottom.”
“Lucky man,” Oscar said, moving closer to watch. “Nothing quite like being the first to claim a virgin hole.”
Jax worked his fingers in and out, stretching me slowly while I panted and trembled on the pink stool. After what seemed like an eternity, he removed his fingers and reached for the butt plug.
“Now for the plug,” he announced. “Little Lulu, this will help stretch you for my cock and make it easier to take me.”
I felt the cool, slick tip of the plug press against the wrinkly button of my anus. I whimpered, tensing despite Jax’s earlier warning to relax. He applied steady pressure, not forceful, but relentless, and I felt my body begin to yield.
“Breathe,” Jax instructed, his voice stern. “Push out a little, like you’re going to the bathroom. It makes it easier. Remember that this is what bad girls get, and make up your mind to accept the consequences of your behavior.”
Humiliated beyond words, I followed his instructions, bearing down slightly as the plug stretched me wider. There was a moment of sharp discomfort, a burning sensation that made me cry out, and then suddenly my body accepted the widest part of the plug. It slid the rest of the way in with surprising ease, leaving me feeling impossibly full.
“Good girl,” Jax said, his hand stroking my lower back. “Your bottom looks sweet with Daddy’s plug in it.”
“Look at how her pussy is dripping,” Oscar observed, his accent thickening with arousal. “The little slut loves having her ass filled.”
I wanted to die of shame because he was right—the intrusion, the fullness, the utter helplessness of being displayed this way was making me wetter than I’d been even this morning after my first whipping. I could feel my arousal trickling down my inner thighs, and I couldn’t even close my legs to hide it.
“Gentlemen,” Jax said, his voice taking on that businesslike tone again, “I think you can see now how effective this approach could be for our conference. Imagine a dozen bad girls like my Little Lulu, each one trained to serve and please. What distributor could resist such an invitation?”
Viktor circled me slowly, his cold eyes assessing me like a prize horse. “I admit the appeal is undeniable. But can you really find enough girls of this… quality?”
“Absolutely,” Jax assured him. “In fact, I already have several candidates in mind. I happen to have access to an extensive database of young women like Louisa—intelligent, defiant girls who’ve gone astray and need firm correction.”
Database? My mind raced, trying to process this new information through the haze of humiliation and unwanted arousal. What kind of organization was behind all this?
“And you’re certain these girls will be properly trained in time?” Oscar asked, running his finger down my spine, making me shiver.
“With the right methods, yes,” Jax replied confidently. “Little Lulu here is making remarkable progress in just a day. By the time of the conference, she’ll be perfectly obedient and eager to please.” His hand came down in a sharp slap on my exposed bottom, making me jerk against my restraints. The movement caused the plug to shift inside me, sending a jolt of sensation through my body. “Won’t you, baby girl?”
