Libby gives me my first true test as Lead Trainer.
The phone on my desk beeped, letting me know that Heather was trying to reach me. I reached over and tapped the button with one hand, while the other kept my Toy's dick-filled mouth firmly pressed down. For the past week, I had constantly been training her body to better be used. She certainly had endurance thanks to her sporty background, but she lacked sexual experience prior to her acquisition, and nowhere did it show more than her oral skills. Thankfully, she was getting better. She no longer instantly gagged when I got my dick more than halfway into her mouth, and currently I had her lips touching my base. "Yeah?" I asked Heather. "I have Ms. Lawson on the line," she said through the speaker. "She says she has important news for you." I tightened my grip on my Toy's head and slid her off my dick. She only coughed once. She really was getting better. "Put her through," I said.
Heather's voice came through a second later. "I have him on the line, Ms. Lawson. Let me know if you need anything, sir." "Thank you, Heather. That will be all," I responded. I waited for the telltale click of her disconnecting her end of the line before continuing. "Well, if it isn't the golden girl herself. What can I do for you, Libby?" Her response was much more energetic than I was expecting. "Don't 'What can I do for you, Libby' me! Your assistant's name is Heather?!" I was taken aback, so I simply responded, "Y... Yeah? What about it?" "Are you some sort of sick fuck?" That question made me laugh. "Libby, I have a kidnapped 18 year old girl under my desk training to not choke on my dick. Of course I'm a sick fuck." Libby obviously wasn't expecting my candor, because she took a few seconds to retort. "That's not what I mean. Do you fantasize about my mom?" This felt like a trick question. "I can't say that I have. What's this about?"
Libby's voice changed to playful with just a hint of sensuality. "So you're telling me that you haven't laid in bed fantasizing about fucking my mother and me at the same time? Maybe having us warm each other up, preparing our pussies for your use?" While my erection hadn't subsided since I had taken my Toy off it, I became aware of it again, and so I grabbed her and shoved her mouth on it once more. "Where is this coming from?" I asked. "Jason, MY MOTHER'S NAME IS HEATHER!" I felt silly. "Honestly, Libby, I didn't even think about that. I just saw her file, liked what she had to offer, and that's all there is to it.
"Uh huh, sure. Well, enough about your incestuous desires, you freak. I actually did have a reason for calling you. My dad has his first test for you." I sat up straighter, and once again removed my Toy's lips from my shaft so I could focus. "I was wondering when he would. What's he want?" "He scheduled an in-person auction in America in one week," she said. "He wants you to prepare ten Maids for it." I laughed. "That's not a test, Libby. I could send at least thirty right now." "I know," she responded. "Here's where the test begins. In roughly thirty minutes, you're going to be getting a boat of eleven girls from Japan. The auction stock is to be from them." I breathed a heavy sigh. "That's quite a tight turnaround time, with very little margin for error." "Exactly. Time for you to prove yourself worthy of your promotion," she said. "I'll get it done," I said confidently. "I know you will," Libby said assuringly. "And afterward, maybe we can explore your twisted fantasies a little more, yeah?" Once again, she caught me off guard. "Wait, what? Are you serious?" I asked. She laughed. "Oh my god, you really are a sick fuck!" More laughter followed for what felt like an eternity. "Lucky for you," her voice once again gained her intriguing sensual quality, "I like freaks." She disconnected the line before I could say anything else. While I hadn't actually thought about Libby and her mom together before, now that was all my brain could think about. I needed to clear my head, so without warning, I started hammering my dick down my Toy's throat. The sudden assault on her esophagus had her choking and crying. Lucky for her, it didn't take long for me to blow my load. I let her fall to the ground while I zipped my pants and reached for the phone. "Heather, get me Kendra. Tell her we have some serious planning to do."
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"I still think it's easier if we Doll them first," Kendra said as we walked among the processing tables. As Libby had promised, the Japanese girls had been delivered at the docks, and were now being turned into blank canvases. I paused to watch one of the processors bring one of the girls to tears by ripping off a patch of her pubic hair with his bare hands before continuing with the laser treatment. "We went over this. Dolls aren't what we were instructed to produce. Sure, we could still turn them into Maids after, but they won't fetch nearly the same price. I'm confident that the plan we came up with will succeed." I turned and looked her in the eyes. "And WHEN it does, I will reward you with any request I can fulfill within my power." That caught her attention. "Really? Anything?" She asked, her eyes searching mine for any hint of deception. "That's right. So think about it, and use that as motivation to stick to our plan." She nodded her head and snapped off a half-joking, half-serious salute. "Yes, sir!"
Two hours later, twenty-two trainers (11 men and 11 women) surrounded the new girls. They were wearing simple semi-transparent shifts. At least, they would've been only semi-transparent if the girls had not been dripping wet from their recent post-processing shower. These girls needed to be at auction in a week, which, accounting for travel time, left me with barely six days to produce Maids worthy of the Lawson Logistics name. Every second counted. I stepped in front of the group and nodded to Suki, one of our translators, to follow. "Hello. My name is Jason, and I am here to tell you that your lives are forever changed." I paused and waited for Suki to translate, then continued. "In the next few days, you will learn how to be the ultimate Maid." I started slowly walking around the group, making them shift even more uneasily as they heard Suki's translation. "This means you will learn how to cook, clean, and otherwise be useful around the house. And, most importantly," I paused and stepped up to the smallest of the girls, grabbed her cheeks with one hand and squeezed, "You will learn how to be fucked without complaint."
I watched as several girls' eyes went from alarm to terror as Suki finished translating my last sentence. I could hear as the other girls started to talk to each other in hushed, frightened tones. To the girl I was holding's credit, she didn't make a sound. I let go of her cheeks and stepped back. "QUIET!" I shouted. That didn't need any translation from Suki, and the girls promptly shut up. "Strip and present!" Suki quickly fired off the Japanese version of my order with the same authoritative volume as me. The girls looked around confused, so I repeated myself. "Strip and present!" Still nothing, which was to be expected. It was very, very rare when a new arrival understood what was expected of her, especially when orders were given in a language they weren't fluent in. So, I grabbed the girl I had just used for emphasis and dragged her out in front of the rest of them so they could all see. Then, I ripped off her thin clothing, exposing her slight figure. I wrenched her arms behind her back while simultaneously pushing her tiny chest out, putting her A-cup boobs on full display. Finally, I used my foot to forcefully spread her legs the proper distance and set her head to face straight.
I held her in position while I said, "This is what is expected of each of you when you hear the order. If you do not obey," I nodded to a pair of trainers who were outside the circle standing next to a large trunk. They opened the trunk and pulled the blonde Doll from two weeks ago out. They yanked on her leash, parading her nude form in front of the group of terrified girls before stopping next to me. She had the same hollow look in her eyes that every Doll had, and the girls got quiet as they noticed how dejected the Doll looked. "Why don't you introduce yourself to the class, and explain to them what happens when they don't behave and listen?" The blonde swallowed before speaking. "My name is Meat. I am called that because I am nothing but fuckmeat. I didn't behave when they arrived, so they turned me into a Doll." Suki dutifully translated for the group, and I could see even more confusion and fear form in their eyes. "Meat," I said, "explain what a Doll is." She said, "A Doll is nothing more than the pleasure it provides to whoever plays with it. I can no longer feel my own pleasure. Every pleasurable nerve in my body has been destroyed." She gulped before continuing. "My clitoris has been removed. All that remains of what I used to be are the parts that please others."
The girls in the room were silent as Meat explained what she was. A couple of them started to cry, but, to their credit, none of them tried to run. Even the girl I was using as an example stayed still. "Now," I said loud enough for every girl to hear as I shoved the example girl back toward the group. "If any of you don't want to end up like Meat here, you will strip and present!" The ten remaining girls finally did what they were told, and within 10 seconds, every shift was on the ground, and every girl presented themselves. I nodded to the trainers in the circle and told them to correct the girls' postures. Every girl flinched as they were prodded, but they obeyed.
Once everyone was properly presented, I nodded to Kendra for her to continue. "Like Jason said," she said as she started to pace in front of the group, "the most important thing that you will all need to do is suck and fuck." She nodded to the trainers with the girls, and every one of them started taking off their clothes. The girls got incredibly nervous, and every one of them broke their presentation pose. Kendra brandished her knife and quickly stepped up to the same girl I had been using as an example. She pointed the blade between the girl's legs and slowly pressed it against her vulva. She spoke loud enough for every girl to hear, but maintained eye contact with the one who had her blade threatening her womanhood. "If you don't want to end up like Meat over there, you will present yourselves properly!" None of the girls' eyes remained dry as they once again assumed the proper presentation position. Kendra sighed, sounding disappointed, and stepped back. "Here's what's going to happen. The two lovely trainers that have been assigned to each of you need to cum. How that happens is entirely up to you. The first girl to get both of their trainers to cum will be rewarded with a quality meal and a nice bed. The rest of you will receive only bread and water." She started to walk back to me, smiled, and turned around. "Oh, and one last thing. The last girl to get both her trainers to cum will have to get EVERY trainer to cum again, AND service her fellow trainees and get them to cum."
While most of the girls looked horrified at the task presented to them, the girl who had been used as an example got a determined look in her eye. "Well," I said. "You all have your assignment. No one gets to leave until it's done. Go!" As soon as the word left my mouth, and before Suki had even started to translate, example girl dropped to her knees and started servicing her male trainer, Kyle's, dick. At the same time, she brought her female trainer, Cassie, closer to her and started expertly teasing her pussy with her fingers. By the time any of the other girls even started their task, the example had already slicked up Kyle's dick, and Cassie's pussy was gleaming. She stood up and started kissing Cassie on the lips and tits while wiggling her little ass on Kyle's dick. Kyle was as shocked as I was at this girl's initiative. "Holy shit, this girl's crazy," he said. Once Cassie's breathing reached a sporadic tempo, example girl bent over and guided Kyle's dick to her tiny asshole. In broken English, she said, "Please fuck my ass, daddy." Kyle needed no more encouragement, and slid inside. Example girl hid the noise she made at the intrusion by burying her face between Cassie's legs and going to work. She used one hand to gently squeeze Cassie's ass and the other to play with her tits, all while maintaining a very quick fucking rhythm with Kyle.
Kendra walked up next to me and let out a low whistle as she watched the display of debauchery in front of us. "Look at her go. It's always the little ones that have the most to prove." She noticed that Meat was still off to the side, so she gestured for her attending trainers to bring her over. As Meat stepped up, you could see her eyes flicker with fear as she remembered her last encounter with Kendra. Kendra smiled and started removing her clothes. "Hello, Meat," she said dangerously. "Are you going to put your pretty mouth to good use this time, or are you going to force me to find something else to take from you?" Meat shrunk at Kendra's words, then almost whispered, "I would be honored to please you, Mistress." She knelt down and dutifully started to eat Kendra out. "Fuck," Kendra said as she pulled Meat's head deeper between her legs, "You really would've made a decent Slut." One minute later, Kendra came faster than all but two of the trainers. Example girl had brought both Kyle and Cassie to climax at the same time, and was already expertly cleaning both of them with her mouth. After Kendra finished with Meat, I took my turn. I bent her over and hilted myself inside her pussy. Somehow, despite her not being able to feel pleasure, her cunt still knew to be wet for me. Kendra recovered from her post-orgasmic bliss and once again started using the Meat's mouth. We continued to Eiffel Tower her until the loser of the fuckfest was decided.
The whole ordeal took two hours. Every trainer had been brought to orgasm within 30 minutes, but the losing girl wasn't particularly good with her sexual skills. For the sake of the precious time we had, after an hour of her slowly working through the 32 people she needed to make cum, I made an executive decision. She was strapped down to a table, and every trainer and girl was told to bring themselves to orgasm quickly, and to cum on the loser's face. The impromptu bukkake left her face looking like she had just been through a donut factory. Afterward, the girls were taken to their lodgings, and Kendra and I met with the other trainers to make sure they all knew their assignments.
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I watched as ten of the eleven Japanese Maids were being loaded on their plane. Each one of them had a new name and passport, courtesy of our contacts in the American government. Over the past six days, every trainer followed Kendra and my plan. Every girl had been given a crash course on cooking, cleaning, and lawn care. Their training wasn't as exhaustive as any of our other Maids, but it was supplemented by their sexual training. We decided that every girl would be rewarded with orgasms through sex whenever they did well, and treated to harsh orgasm denial when they did poorly. The result was very sex-motivated Maids who gained sexual gratification from performing their tasks well. There was also one Slut among them. They were fairly rare, and finding even one in a group of eleven was a pretty good rate.
I turned to Kendra, who was with me on the tarmac watching the progression, her new Toy dutifully by her side. "Well, we did it, just like I said." Kendra smiled. "I never doubted us for a second." She yanked the leash connected to her Toy's collar. "Thanks for pulling strings so I could get my own. I promise I'll let you play with it whenever you want." I looked at Kendra's new possession, whose naked 4'8" body looked even more tiny next to Kendra. Example girl would've easily fetched the most money out of her group. She was a true Slut, and her girlish figure would've easily lent itself to her buyers being able to enact certain depraved fantasies with her, all while still getting a Lawson Logistics quality Maid. However, I was a man of my word, and Kendra wanted her for herself. So, after we knew we were going to pass our test, I asked Libby if I could award Kendra with a Toy of her own. Historically, Deputy Trainers didn't receive their own property, and instead were given priority access to any girl on the island. Still, after a little convincing, I won Libby over, and Kendra got her wish. "Promise you won't break her before I get back. I've been aching to take her for a spin." I said. "I promise." Kendra said. "Although you best believe there will be some customizing done while you're gone." I nodded. "Good. You earned her, and you should make her your own. Now, I've got to go. Hold down the fort for me, will you?" Kendra gave me a joking salute. "Yes, sir!" Then she got up on her tip toes and gave me a peck on the lips. "Make sure you give them a good show!"
"I will," I said. Then, I made my way over to the plane's door, where Heather was waiting with my Toy. Upon reaching them, Heather handed me my luggage and two passports. "Fresh and ready to go, sir." "Thank you, Heather. Behave while I'm gone," I said playfully. "Absolutely, sir. I promise you will arrive to your office in exactly the same condition you left it in, although your chair might have a slightly new ass impression." I chuckled. "Sounds good." Then, I turned to my Toy, who was obediently standing next to Heather. I had never seen her in proper clothes before, and I took a second to enjoy the view. She was wearing a cute, thigh-length summer dress that had an open back and a small bow where her neckline met her cleavage. Her neck was adorned with a choker collar, reminding her that, despite wearing something nice, she was still property. With the strict training schedule I had to follow the past week, I hadn't had time to properly mark her, so the choker would have to do. "Alright, we're leaving. But first," I handed her one of the two passports, "everyone who leaves the island needs a name. You have served me well these past couple weeks, and I have decided you've earned the small dignity of one." She timidly accepted her passport and bowed her head. "Thank you, Master." Then, she opened her passport to her new identity: Riley.