Chapter 3 Lio - Seven Days
Lio received the assignment on the balcony, still on his knees during the ceremony. He had barely swallowed the diplomat’s last bitter pulse when the Mogul’s fingers tightened in his hair, yanking his head back from the man’s softening cock. Her thumb swiped across his spit-slick, cum-covered lips as she studied him with that unreadable gaze.
“That blond little cunt down there — the judge’s daughter. I want her. I’m going to break her and make her father watch when she is ready.” Her voice was soft, almost affectionate. “You will make her ready for me.”
Lio nodded, the diplomat’s seed still trickling from the corners of his mouth.
“You have one week,” the Mogul commanded. “Make her presentable.”
He rose and moved to the edge of the grandstand, looking down at the girl she had chosen. The acolytes were hauling her up by her cuffed arms, forcing her legs obscenely wide as they paraded her forward.
The stone dildos remained lodged deep inside her, jostling with every step. Blood and slickness trickled down her inner thighs.
She looked utterly broken — her porcelain skin mottled with bruises and whip marks — yet her head hung with stubborn silence rather than screams. The crowd jeered, mocking her for imaginary signs of arousal, roaring for more exposure and more ruin. Lio watched the way her full breasts heaved with shallow, ragged breaths. Despite the savage violation, a spark of defiance still burned in her eyes. Even after they had violently taken her virginity with those stone cocks and whipped her whole body, this one still had fire.
As soon as the priest finished chanting and the convicts were dragged into the exhibition room, Lio summoned Elise and Mira — two of the Mogul’s most experienced sex slaves. He had described her newest acquisition as an uptight, prudish little bitch: the daughter of a powerful and devout judge.
The moment they heard she was highborn with close ties to the church, both women grinned with open enthusiasm.
Once the official formalities were completed and the documents signed, the Mogul’s attendant delegated the task of transporting the new acquisition back to the estate to Lio.
The acolytes dragged Lucia off the dais. Her unconscious body hung limp between them, toes scraping across the cold marble tiles. Lio narrowed his eyes as they passed, studying the way her head lolled, matted blond hair clinging to her tear-streaked face.
“Careful,” he called out. “The Mogul doesn’t pay for damaged goods.”
The largest acolyte sneered down at him. “Away, sinning filth.” He cracked his whip in warning.
Elise was already waiting in the side corridor, a folded linen sheet in her arms. She snapped it open with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done this many times before. When the acolytes dumped Lucia’s limp body onto the fabric, Elise barely recoiled. Her gaze lingered on the girl’s shallow breathing and the faint flutter of her pulse.
Mira wrinkled her nose at the sticky mess between Lucia’s legs but said nothing. She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear and crouched to help. Together, the two young women wrapped the unconscious girl like a corpse ready for burial, then lifted her onto the waiting wagon.
Lio had chosen Elise and Mira for very specific roles. Elise would play the gentle friend, slowly winning Lucia’s trust. Mira would act as the protective older sister — teaching her the rules and what to expect. Lio himself would tend to the girl’s physical injuries while keeping her under constant watch.
For the next week, the four of them would share the same private quarters: one massive bed and a single bathroom. They would eat, bathe, and sleep together. And to begin stripping away what remained of Lucia’s dignity, they would all remain completely naked, day and night.
Lucia regained consciousness to the jolting of the wagon. Lio watched the linen sheet shift and twitch as she stirred inside it, a faint, pained whimper escaping the fabric.
Their first stop was the physician’s office.
A gray-haired doctor loomed over her naked body, his bony fingers pressing into the bruises blooming along her ribs. The sharp scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air. Lio had already explained the situation: the girl was the judge’s daughter, freshly claimed by the Mogul. The physician worked with cool, almost bored detachment.
“No lasting damage,” the physician concluded, sounding vaguely disappointed. He lifted Lucia’s chin to inspect the raw scrapes around her mouth and the irritated sores deep in her throat. “Feed her bone broth and honeyed milk for the next few days. The Mogul dislikes hoarseness.” He never once looked at Lio.
His fingers traced the curve of her hip — clinical, yet lingering — before sliding between her thighs. Lucia flinched violently. The doctor’s grip tightened, forcing her legs wider apart. In the harsh light, his thumb prodded at her swollen, abused cunt. “Good,” he murmured, almost to himself. “No tearing. Just bruising.”
He turned her roughly onto her side and pushed a finger into her asshole, examining her with the same detached thoroughness. After a moment, he withdrew his finger and rolled her onto her back again. His gaze travelled slowly up her body, pausing on the dark fingerprints mottling her inner thighs and the angry welts criss-crossing her breasts and ass, before finally settling on her tear-streaked face.
“She’ll heal without scars.” The words carried the weight of a threat.
He packed his instruments without another glance and left Lucia shivering and completely exposed on the examination table.
When they finally arrived at the Mogul’s estate, Lio watched closely as Elise and Mira helped Lucia inside. The girl’s body still trembled with fear, her breathing shallow and erratic.
The private quarters they had been assigned were smaller than Lio had expected — far more cramped than their usual spacious chambers. The close confines would work in their favour, he decided. Less room to hide. No space for dignity.
The air inside was thick with the scent of sandalwood and old wax, a stark contrast to the sterile chill of the physician’s office. Lio gave Elise a subtle signal. She stepped forward with a soft, practised smile that never reached her eyes. When she reached out and touched Lucia’s arm — light and comforting — Lio noted how the girl instinctively flinched.
“Come with me, sweet,” Elise whispered, her voice a soothing balm. “Let’s get you cleaned up. You’re safe now.”
Lio followed them into the bathing chamber, his gaze never leaving Lucia. A massive stone tub waited, filled with steaming water infused with jasmine and salt. The bath was enormous, wide enough for all four of them, its surface shimmering under the warm glow of oil lamps. As Elise supported the girl’s weight and gently lowered her into the water, Lucia gasped sharply. The heat stung her bruised and abraded skin, causing her body to jerk.
Lio’s eyes narrowed slightly. He watched every twitch, every small sound. The tension in her shoulders eased slightly as the water rose around her chest. He was glad to see her relax at least a little bit. Satisfied that they could make her feel more comfortable. It would make her training much easier.
The rest of them followed. Mira slipped into the tub with a focused expression, her red hair clinging to her damp neck as she settled close beside Lucia. Lio entered last, his presence immediately commanding the confined space. He sat opposite the three women, eyes slowly tracking every flinch, every shudder that passed through Lucia’s pale frame. There was no privacy here — only the shared heat of the water, the press of naked flesh, and a heavy, expectant silence.
Elise began washing her with a soft sponge, carefully scrubbing away the dried blood and filth from the ritual. She worked with tender, almost loving strokes, humming a low, wordless tune. Whenever Lucia tried to pull away, Mira’s hand found the small of her back — firm and grounding. It was a possessive touch, a silent reminder that the girl had nowhere to run and no way to hide.
Lio watched it all with quiet intensity. He lifted his own sponge and began washing Lucia’s collarbone with slow, methodical strokes. The water darkened with every pass, swirling with traces of blood and dirt. When his fingers brushed over her tender nipples, Lucia jerked hard. He didn’t pause — simply rinsed the soap away as if she were an object being prepared.
Stuck-up little cunt, he thought, a dark satisfaction settling in his chest. Even now, you think you’re too good for this.
The sponge trailed lower, gliding over the soft curve of her stomach. Without warning, he pushed her legs apart. Lucia gasped and instinctively tried to close them.
Mira’s hands clamped down hard on her thighs, pinning them open.
“No,” Mira said, her voice sharp and commanding. “When we tell you to open your legs, you will comply.”
Lio watched Lucia’s face flush a deep, humiliated crimson, her whole body tensing under his touch. Look at you, he thought, clinging so desperately to that last shred of precious dignity.
He continued washing her thoroughly between her legs, using slow, almost loving strokes. The sponge moved with deliberate care over every fold and crease of her pussy, gently cleaning the swollen, sensitive flesh. His fingers soon followed, spreading her open tenderly so he could rinse away every last trace of the earlier violation. He circled her clit with careful attention, watching her reactions closely. The contrast between his gentle touch and the complete lack of privacy made the act feel even more invasive — more violating.
Lucia trembled, but no longer fought to pull away. Something in Mira’s unrelenting grip had made resistance feel not only futile, but dangerous.
When he was finally satisfied, Lio signalled the others. The water had grown cloudy with the grime of the ritual square. Together they lifted Lucia from the bath. Her skin glowed a deep, mottled pink from the heat and the friction of the sponge.
Elise dried her with a thick towel, patting her skin with careful attention. The soft fabric felt soothing against most of her bruises, though Lucia still shuddered violently when Elise dabbed between her legs. “You’re clean now,” Elise declared, as if that settled everything.
She led Lucia from the bathing chamber, fingers intertwined with the girl’s, guiding her toward the bedroom. The bed was enormous, draped in cool silk sheets — more than large enough for all four of them to sleep together. Lucia hesitated in the doorway, staring at the expanse of the mattress in obvious shock.
“This is where we sleep,” Lio said with a grin, clearly amused by the dawning horror on Lucia’s face as she realised they would all share one bed.
Elise tugged her gently forward into the centre of the room. “Stand here,” she instructed.
Circling behind Lucia, Mira retrieved a small jar of ointment from a shelf. The herbal scent was sharp and medicinal. She dipped her fingers into the salve and began smoothing it over the angry welts striping Lucia’s breasts. Her touch was firm and purposeful, like tending to livestock rather than a person. Lucia shuddered, her skin prickling under the cool salve, but she didn’t dare protest.
Kneeling behind her, Elise applied ointment to the darkening bruises on her ass, her fingers tracing the marks with clinical detachment. She was so close that Lucia could feel her warm breath floating over her bare skin. Lucia clenched her fists at her sides, breathing shallowly through her nose. The humiliation burned worse than the welts themselves.
Mira knelt in front of her, face only centimetres from the dark blond curls between Lucia’s thighs. Lucia squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning crimson with shame. But Mira simply spread her thighs wider and applied the salve to the raw, swollen skin with steady strokes.
Lio knelt beside them and bandaged Lucia’s scraped knees with methodical precision. His fingers deliberately brushed the delicate inside of her thigh. When she twitched, a quiet, satisfied smile curved his lips. He was delighted by every reaction to their constant, intimate touching of her naked body — the way she trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way her shame radiated off her in waves.
Elise took Lucia’s hands and guided her to the bed, pressing her down gently onto the edge. The silk sheets felt cool beneath her bare thighs. Lucia stared at her hands, folded tightly in her lap, unsure what to do with them.
“None of us will wear clothes while we’re here,” Elise explained, crouching before her. Her shaved head tilted slightly, her voice gentle but unyielding. “You will get used to being naked. When you live in the Mogul’s household, you’ll see naked bodies every day.” Her fingers brushed Lucia’s thigh — a fleeting touch heavy with inevitability.
Lucia’s eyes widened in horror. “No clothes?” she whispered, her voice cracking. Her arms instinctively moved to cover her breasts and between her legs, but she caught herself halfway, trembling. The thought of being constantly exposed — not just now, but every single day — sent a fresh wave of shame crashing over her. Her cheeks burned with humiliation.
Mira’s lips curled into a smirk. “Don’t think too much of it. When you finally do get clothes, they’ll cover far less than the underwear you’re used to.”
Lio noticed that Lucia, despite the obvious state of shock she was in, slowly becoming more observant. Her gaze darted around the room and lingered on their bodies — first on Elise’s smooth mound, then Mira’s, then hesitantly to his own. Her fingers absent-mindedly stroked her own dark curls as the full weight of her new reality settled over her.
Tilting his head, Lio caught her eye. “You’re wondering about the difference,” he said, not unkindly. He reached out and touched Mira’s shaved pussy. Mira reacted instantly, pushing her hips forward and pressing her mound against his fingers. Lucia’s cheeks darkened further, but she didn’t look away.
“The Mogul prefers her toys bare,” Lio explained, his fingers trailing slowly along Mira’s smooth lips. “No hair to hide imperfections. No distractions from the flesh she’s purchased.”
Elise hummed in agreement, her fingers combing thoughtfully through Lucia’s damp pubic hair. “We’ll take care of it tomorrow,” she promised. Her thumb brushed the very top of Lucia’s slit, making the girl jolt. “It doesn’t hurt as much as you’d think.”
Giggling, Elise pressed closer to Lucia on the bed. “It’s not so bad,” she whispered playfully, her fingers still toying with the soft bush. “At first it stings a little, but then…” She parted her own thighs, letting the lamplight glint off her flawless, hairless skin. “You feel every breeze, every touch… so much sharper.” Lucia swallowed hard, her breath hitching as Elise’s hand pressed more firmly against her pussy.
Lucia shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsettled by the sensation of bare skin pressed against her own, while Elise’s fingers continued stroking between her legs.
Lio studied her face for a moment longer before nodding to Elise and Mira. “Enough for today,” he decided. “She should rest. Her bruises need time to heal. Her mind needs peace.”
Elise rose smoothly. She and Mira moved in quiet synchronisation, their movements honed by years of shared servitude as they prepared the room for the night. Lio watched them — the slight sway of Elise’s hips, the way Mira’s shoulders remained straight even as she knelt to blow out the oil lamps. There was something practised and intentional in their grace. He wondered, distantly, whether Lucia would ever move like that — whether she would ever become so confidently resigned to her new destiny.
Later that night, Lio jolted awake in the darkness. Lucia lay stiffly beside Elise, their naked bodies pressed together. He himself lay curled against Mira, their legs intertwined.
He saw Elise curl tighter into Lucia’s side, her mouth brushing the girl’s shoulder. “You’re thinking too much,” she whispered, her fingers tracing idle patterns over Lucia’s bruised ribs.
Lucia didn’t answer right away. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, the dark marks on her breasts visible even in the faint moonlight filtering through the shutters. Then she turned her head toward Elise, her voice sounding as if she was about to cry.
“This is my fate, isn’t it?” she whispered. “Divine punishment for the sin of wanting Elias… for the sin of letting him touch me… for the sin of enjoying it. The gods have seen my weakness, my impurity, and they have abandoned me. I am an outcast — first from my father’s house and my marriage, now from society itself.”
Elise pulled the terrified young woman into her arms and made soft, comforting sounds, as if soothing a child. Her hand stroked Lucia’s neck and hair with slow, rhythmic motions. She held her close until the exhausted girl finally slipped into a deep, uneasy slumber.
On the morning of Lucia’s second day in the estate, Lio woke to Mira spooning him from behind, her warm body pressed close. Her hand cupped his balls, lazily massaging his scrotum, while her deep, even breathing tickled the back of his neck.
In the dim morning light, he turned his head and saw Lucia nestled in Elise’s embrace, the petite girl’s body curled tightly against her back. Elise had one arm wrapped around her, a hand cupping the underside of Lucia’s breast, while the other rested possessively between her thighs.
Lucia stirred, her eyes fluttering open. The moment she met Lio’s gaze, shame flooded her face. Without breaking eye contact, he reached back, guiding Mira’s free hand upward until her fingers wrapped around his hard cock. Mira made a soft, pleased sound against his shoulder and began stroking him with practised ease.
Lucia’s breath hitched sharply. A deep, burning crimson flooded her cheeks and spread down her neck. She tried to look away, mortified, shocked, but Elise’s fingers suddenly tightened in her hair, forcing her head back toward the scene.
“Watch,” Elise whispered against her ear, her voice thick with sleep and something darker. “This is what it means to be a toy. Watch his face. See the pleasure.”
The expression on Lucia’s face was pure revulsion at first. Her lips trembled as if she were about to cry. But her eyes betrayed her. Beneath the shame, Lio saw raw curiosity and a flicker of dark admiration as she watched Mira’s hand pump his cock. He realised he was witnessing the violent collision between a lifetime of strict indoctrination and her sharp, inquisitive, free thinking mind—the same spark he had first noticed on the square.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of Mira’s slick hand sliding up and down his throbbing cock filled the quiet room. Each stroke made Lucia’s humiliation sharper, yet her breathing grew shallower, her nipples visibly stiffening against Elise’s palm. She was completely naked, trapped, and powerless—forced to witness this raw, intimate act while her own body began to respond against her will. It was exactly where he wanted her.
Lio pushed himself up onto his knees and moved closer, bringing his glistening cock mere centimetres from her face. Mira followed fluidly, never breaking her rhythm, her fingers squeezing and stroking him with deliberate, obscene pulls. Pre-cum coated her hand and dripped from the swollen head, the musky scent now impossible for Lucia to escape.
Shock and unwilling arousal warred across Lucia’s features. She no longer tried to look away. Her gaze flicked obsessively between Lio’s face—twisted with pleasure—and the lewd sight of Mira’s hand working his cock. Her thighs pressed together tightly, pressing Elise's hand between them, and a faint, shameful flush spread across her chest.
Deep conflict still raged inside her, but the longer she watched, the more her own body betrayed her. Her lips parted. Her pupils dilated. And nipples hard as pebbles. She looked dangerously close to becoming aroused herself.
Elise playfully pinched Lucia’s nipple, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. Lucia arched into the touch before she could stop herself, her hips bucking against Elise’s hand. The bald girl laughed softly against her ear, her breath hot and damp.
Lio couldn’t suppress a smile as he watched Lucia’s thighs part slightly in invitation.
“See?” Elise whispered, her fingers circling Lucia’s clit with maddening precision. “You’re not disgusted. You’re curious.” Her fingers slid lower, gliding through Lucia’s slick, swollen folds before pushing two inside her. Lucia whined, her thighs trembling as Elise curled her fingers and stroked that responsive spot deep within.
“Oh,” Elise groaned, lips brushing Lucia’s earlobe. “You’re already so fucking wet for us.”
The wet, squelching sounds of Elise’s fingers pumping in and out of Lucia’s soaked cunt mingled with the rhythmic slick strokes of Mira’s hand on his cock. Lucia’s shallow, shaking breaths joined the chorus.
Lio drank in every detail—how Lucia’s back arched off the bed, how her hands fisted the sheets until her knuckles turned white. She fought to stifle her moans, but Elise knew exactly how to play her, keeping her teetering on the edge with praticed skill. Her face twisted in unwilling ecstasy as her hips jerked greedily against Elise’s thrusting fingers.
Lio’s dark eyes stayed locked on Lucia’s flushed face while Mira stroked him faster. His jaw clenched, breath coming in ragged bursts, but he refused to look away.
Elise's fingers curled inside Lucia, massaging the delicate nerves of her g-spot. Lucia sobbed as Elise’s thumb circled her swollen clit, the dual stimulation overwhelming. The squelching sounds of her arousal filled the room.
Beneath the pleasure, Lio could still see the shame burning in her eyes. Yet beneath that shame, he could see her wall fracturing—curiosity and raw lust slowly overpowering years of indoctrination with every thrust and every moan.
Then Elise curled her fingers just right, pressing firmly against that tender spot deep inside Lucia. Lucia came hard.
Her back arched violently off the bed, thighs clamping tightly around Elise’s wrist as a strangled cry tore from her throat. The orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her whole body shook and trembled uncontrollably as wave after wave crashed over her. Elise didn’t stop, dragging out her climax until Lucia was a gasping, oversensitive mess, clawing desperately at the sheets.
Lio let out a low groan, his hips jerking forward into Mira’s tightening grip. His muscles tensed, breath hitching sharply. He came in thick, hot ropes across Lucia’s chest and breasts. She flinched at the sudden warmth splattering her skin, her breath catching sharply.
Elise immediately dragged her fingers through the mess, smearing his cum over Lucia’s flushed breasts in slow, deliberate circles. “Good,” she purred, her voice thick with approval. She scooped up more, tracing it along Lucia’s collarbones and throat before pressing her thumb, coated in his seed, against the girl’s parted lips.
“Taste.”
Lucia hesitated, still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. But Elise pressed harder, insistent. Slowly, obediently, Lucia licked Elise’s thumb clean. Lio watched her face closely. There was no disgust there—only a dazed, secretly thrilled expression. She had clearly never tasted a man before. Yet here she was, swallowing his cum without protest, her skin still sticky with it. Elise kept her thumb at Lucia’s lips, pushing it deeper, so the girl had to suck it clean.
“See?” Elise whispered, her other hand still lazily stroking Lucia’s oversensitive clit, drawing out little helpless shudders. “You’re learning.”
Lucia’s breath hitched as Mira crawled over his spent body and straddled her hips. The redhead’s skin was still flushed, her full breasts swaying heavily as she leaned down. Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the thick streaks of his cum from Lucia’s chest with slow, deliberate strokes.
At first, Lucia froze. But as Mira’s warm tongue traced teasing patterns along her collarbone and over the curve of her breast, something shifted. The inappropriate intimacy of being cleaned by another woman’s mouth should have disgusted her. Instead, Lio watched her thighs clench tightly, her hips rolling needily as she pressed her wet mound against Mira.
Elise smirked against Lucia’s shoulder, her fingers returning to the girl’s slick slit. She circled her swollen clit with delicate pressure. “She likes it,” Elise whispered triumphantly. “Look at her.”
Lucia squeezed her eyes shut in shame, but her body betrayed her again—hips arching greedily into Elise’s touch.
Lio chuckled lowly and rolled onto his side for a better view. He tangled his fingers in Lucia’s damp curls, gently tugging her head back as Mira kissed up her throat, lips lingering over her racing pulse point.
“You’re embarrassed,” he grinned, not unkindly, “but at least you’re not fighting.”
Lucia didn’t answer. Her breath came in short, fast gasps, confusion, and lust warring openly across her flushed face. Elise pushed two fingers back inside her, and Lucia whimpered loudly as her walls clenched greedily around them. She was soaked now, slick and pliant—her earlier resistance crumbling faster with every passing second.
Mira captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss before pulling back and sitting up, still straddling Lucia’s waist. “Time for a bath,” she announced, her voice surprisingly brisk and practical, as if they hadn’t just shook up the young woman completely. Elise withdrew her fingers with a slow, twisting pull, leaving Lucia shuddering and empty.
Lio rose first and offered Lucia his hand. His grip was firm but gentle. She hesitated for a long moment before slipping her fingers into his, her skin still warm and tingling from Mira’s tongue.
The bath was already steaming, fragrant with lavender and chamomile. Elise guided Lucia into the water first, settling the younger woman between her thighs. Lucia tensed immediately, but Elise’s hands smoothed over her shoulders, kneading the tight muscles with slow, soothing strokes.
“Relax,” Elise said softly, lips brushing her ear. “Let us take care of you.”
Mira knelt beside the tub, dipping a soft sponge into the warm water before pressing it gently against Lucia’s bruised ribs. Lio watched as the heat seeped into her skin, slowly loosening the knots in her body.
Once they had washed her, they lifted her out, patted her dry, and sat her on a stool near the edge of the bath. Lio crouched behind her, carefully working a citrus-scented salve into the welts across her back. Lucia exhaled deeply, her body gradually sagging under their hands. There was no mockery now—only quiet, methodical care. Even Mira’s touch, usually so stern, was gentle as she traced the half-healed marks on Lucia’s thighs.
Elise hummed softly, warming more ointment between her palms before sliding her hands over Lucia’s breasts. Her thumbs circled the hard nipples just enough to make the girl’s breath hitch. “So responsive,” Elise teased, though her voice carried real approval. Lucia flushed crimson but didn’t pull away.
Mira nudged Lucia’s knees apart and reached for the razor resting on the edge of the tub. The blade caught the light, sharp, and gleaming. Lucia stiffened instantly, her pulse visibly spiking in her throat, but Elise’s hands tightened reassuringly on her shoulders.
“Let’s do your armpits first,” Mira said gently, noticing Lucia’s tension. Lucia swallowed hard and nodded, obediently raising her arm. The soft scrape of the razor felt strange against her skin — not painful, but deeply foreign.
Mira’s fingers traced the newly smooth patch, inspecting her work. “Better,” she murmured, her thumb brushing over the tender area. Lucia shivered at the touch, feeling strangely exposed and vulnerable. Behind her, Elise stroked her fingers rhythmically through Lucia’s hair, massaging her scalp. “Are you okay?” she whispered softly.
Lucia answered with a long, shaky exhale. “Feel for yourself.”
She brought a trembling hand to her armpit, fingers exploring the sleek, bare skin. “It feels… sleek. Almost slippery,” she said with a hesitant, embarrassed smile. “But very naked.”
Then Mira’s touch drifted lower. She pressed Lucia’s thighs wider apart. Lucia’s breath hitched, her muscles locking in protest, but Lio’s calm voice cut through the rising panic.
“Breathe,” he ordered quietly, resting his palm flat between her shoulder blades.
Mira didn’t hesitate. With calm precision, she parted Lucia’s curls and brought the razor to her mound. The first slow swipe made Lucia flinch sharply. Elise pressed warm kisses to the nape of her neck, whispering soft praises. “You’re doing so well,” she crooned, her breath warming Lucia’s skin. Stroke after stroke, the blade stripped away the last of her curls until her pussy was completely bare — smooth, pink, and shockingly exposed in a way she had clearly never experienced.
Mira rinsed the razor, then let her fingers skim slowly up Lucia’s inner thighs, the touch far too deliberate to be innocent. Lucia shuddered hard, toes curling against the porcelain.
Mira stood and retrieved a brown bottle of oil from the table behind Lucia. She poured a generous amount over the girl’s shoulder, letting the warm perfumed liquid run down her back and over her breasts in thick, glistening trails. Elise smoothed the oil across Lucia’s back and ass while Mira moved to her front. She spread Lucia’s thighs wider, her hands gliding teasingly over the newly shaved, pink mound. The oil shimmered in the hollows of her hips, trickling down in slow rivulets. Mira’s fingers followed the trails, massaging it firmly into her skin.
Then, without warning, Mira’s thumb brushed directly over Lucia’s bare clit — just once. Lucia jerked hard and gasped. Mira smirked but didn’t stop. Her hands moved up to Lucia’s breasts, kneading the soft, oiled flesh as her thumbs circled the stiffening nipples.
Elise pressed her body flush against Lucia’s back, her slippery fingers tracing circles around the tight ring of her asshole before applying slow, insistent pressure. Lucia froze, eyes wide with shock,
Mira leaned in and captured Lucia’s lips in a deep kiss, sliding her tongue into the girl’s mouth with practised skill. Lucia groaned helplessly into the kiss, her hands gripping the edge of the stool tightly.
Lucia’s breathing turned shallow and ragged. Her body arched despite herself, overwhelmed by sensations she had clearly never experienced — Elise’s fingers teasing her ass, Mira’s hands on her breasts, the heavy jasmine scent filling the air.
Then Lio joined in. He slid two fingers easily into Lucia’s slick, bare pussy, curling them just right. A muffled moan escaped her throat as her thighs twitched, and her hips jerked forward instinctively. He clamped his other hand on her hip, holding her firmly in place while he stroked her with slow, deliberate movements. At the same time, Elise pressed a finger deeper into her ass with shallow thrusts. Mira continued teasing her nipples, pinching and rolling the responsive buds.
Lio watched Lucia’s eyes widen in shock over the double penetration, her pupils blown wide with lust. The intense pleasure crashed over her as his fingers stretched her soaking cunt. He could feel the firm pressure of Elise’s finger through the thin wall separating her pussy from her ass.
Mira kept kissing her deeply, swallowing every whimper, while her hands relentlessly tormented Lucia’s oiled breasts.
Something inside Lucia finally snapped.
Her trembling hands moved with sudden, desperate purpose. She reached out blindly and wrapped her fingers around Lio’s half-hard cock, stroking him clumsily at first, her grip far too tight. His sharp inhale seemed to encourage her. Her other hand fumbled between Mira’s thighs, fingertips brushing the slick, hairless folds before sinking into wet heat. Mira groaned against Lucia’s lips, hips rocking eagerly into her touch. “Fuck,” she breathed, tightening her grip on Lucia’s tits.
A dark thrill surged through Lio. Though her movements were inexperienced and awkward, the sight of the once-prudish judge’s daughter eagerly trying to pleasure both him and Mira was intensely arousing. The Mogul would be very pleased with this rapid progress.
Elise let out a husky laugh against Lucia’s spine. “Damn, you’re a quick learner,” she chuckled, thrusting her fingers deeper into the girl’s ass and twisting them just right.
Lucia gasped, her hips bucking wildly, but she didn’t stop. Her hands moved faster, more urgently, desperate to satisfy them.
Lio’s breath grew ragged as he thrust into her fist. Mira’s thighs began to tremble, her moans muffled against Lucia’s mouth. The heavy scent of sex and jasmine oil hung thick in the air. Lucia curled her fingers inside Mira, instinctively mimicking the rhythm Elise used on her, drawing a sharp cry from the redhead.
Lio’s grip on Lucia’s hip tightened, fingers digging in hard. “Don’t stop,” he growled, his cock pulsing in her hand. Lucia obeyed instantly, stroking him faster, her thumb swiping over his slick tip. At the same moment, Lio and Elise crooked their fingers inside her.
The overwhelming dual stimulation shattered her.
Lio came first, thick ropes of cum spurting hot across Lucia’s belly and dripping down her thighs in glistening streaks. Mira followed with a choked cry, her cunt clenching hard around Lucia’s fingers, nails digging into the girl’s shoulders. The sight and feel of both of them coming because of her touch finally broke Lucia completely.
Her own orgasm crashed over her — violent and all-consuming. She lost her balance and nearly toppled off the stool. Elise caught her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against her sweat-slick body. Mira, still panting, pressed in from the other side, her hands smoothing soothingly over Lucia’s trembling arms.
Wedged securely between them, they helped her back to the bedroom and lowered her onto the bed. She lay on her back, eyes unfocused, legs still twitching sporadically. She looked utterly drained by her second orgasm of the morning.
Lio wiped his fingers clean on Lucia’s thigh, then grasped her chin firmly, tilting her face up to meet his darkened gaze. “Look at what you did,” he said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face as his thumb brushed her swollen lower lip.
Lucia blinked up at him, chest still heaving. Elise’s fingers traced the fresh marks on her skin — streaks of his cum, Mira’s nail marks, and the flushed evidence of their shared pleasure — before leaning in to lick a slow, possessive stripe up Lucia’s throat. “You are so good for us,” she purred, her breath hot against the girl’s ear.
Lio sank to his knees between Lucia’s spread legs. His tongue darted out, lapping up the mess of his own cum from her belly. Lucia jerked at the first warm, possessive swipe, but he didn’t stop. His mouth trailed lower, delving between her swollen, slick folds.
A deep groan rumbled against her sensitive flesh as he tasted her. “Perfect,” he rasped, voice rough with hunger. “You taste even better than I imagined.” Lucia shuddered hard, her fingers tightening in his hair as his tongue dragged slowly between her lips.
Mira knelt beside them, her fingers tracing feather-light patterns over the newly smooth skin of Lucia’s inner thigh. “Do you like it?” she asked, voice low and almost conversational. “Being bare like this?”
Lucia’s breath hitched, her pulse fluttering wildly. Her face twisted — not with the disgust she had shown the day before, but with raw, overwhelmed pleasure. The heat of Lio’s mouth on her pussy combined with Mira’s approving touch seemed to melt something deep inside her. She looked like she was genuinely beginning to crave the constant attention.
Mira’s expression softened almost tenderly as she added, “This is how it’s going to be from now on — always smooth, always wet, always ready. This is the life of a toy.”
Lucia moaned softly and nodded, her fingers tightening desperately in Lio’s hair.
Lio pulled back just before she could crest again, his lips glistening with her arousal. He rose to his feet with slow, predatory grace, offering no words of comfort. But the way his eyes lingered on her flushed, sweat covered body revealed a deep, possessive satisfaction that went far beyond the assignment.
He stepped away, leaving the space between her legs suddenly cool and exposed. The absence of his warmth made Lucia shiver. She looked battered, exhausted… and yet visibly aching for more.
Mira reached down and gripped Lucia’s forearm, her strength surprising as she hauled the younger woman up from the tangled sheets. Lucia took a shaky step forward, but her knees immediately buckled. She staggered sideways, grabbing onto Mira’s shoulders as her legs wobbled like jelly beneath her.
Mira didn’t let her fall. Instead, she pulled Lucia flush against her firm, sweat-slick body. The press of their bare skin sent a spark of unexpected intimacy between them.
Though the sternness had returned to Mira’s gaze, Lio caught a faint flicker of something softer — a hint of respect for the girl’s unexpected resilience.
Mira guided her down onto her knees, hands firm on Lucia’s shoulders. “Now,” she said, stepping back, her posture shifting into something sharper and more authoritative. “It can’t be only pleasure. You also have to learn proper etiquette.”
Lucia blinked, still dazed and breathless, but Mira’s tone left no room for argument.
Mira nudged Lucia’s knees apart with the toe of her foot, pressing down until her thighs spread wide. “This is how you kneel for inspection,” she instructed, tilting Lucia’s chin up. “Cunt on full display for everyone to see. Keep your head high, eyes forward, hands clasped behind your neck.”
Lucia obeyed, lifting her arms awkwardly at first, elbows jutting out. Mira clicked her tongue and adjusted her wrists until they rested neatly at the nape of her neck.
“Much better.” Mira’s palm smoothed down Lucia’s spine, correcting the arch of her back. “Breasts out,” she added, flicking her nipples lightly until they pebbled. “Always arch your lower back, pull your shoulders back and down. Show them those beautiful tits. Always remember to exhibit your assets.”
Mira circled her slowly, making small corrections. “Hold that position.” Lucia’s muscles burned within minutes. Her thighs trembled from the strain, but she didn’t dare move — not when Mira’s approval felt like a soothing balm against her raw nerves.
The rest of the week blurred into a relentless rhythm of kneeling, posing, and learning. Elise taught her how to pour wine gracefully and how to tilt her hips just right when offering herself. Mira drilled her on display positions — spread on her back, arched over a pillow, bent at the waist — each one designed to present her body like she was begging to be fucked.
Lucia’s skin grew used to their constant touch, their corrections, the sharp pinch of Elise’s fingers on her nipples when she faltered, or Mira pressing a finger between her thighs to check for wetness. “A toy should always be ready,” Mira reminded her, her thumb circling Lucia’s clit until the girl whimpered, hips twitching forward helplessly.
Lio watched them silently from the corner of the room. His approval remained unspoken, but it was palpable.
On the third day, Lucia didn’t flinch when Elise slid a hand between her legs during supper, fingers dipping straight into her cunt without warning. She only paused, breath stuttering, before obediently spreading her thighs wider on the cushion.
Elise rewarded her with a slow, curling stroke that left Lucia’s fingers clutching her plate, knuckles white.
Across the table, Lio smirked as he dragged a sugared plum across Mira’s lower lip. “Good girl,” he praised. Lucia’s cheeks burned — not from shame this time, but from the warm, glowing heat pooling low in her belly. The compliment made her look almost radiant.
Their mutual masturbation sessions became a daily ritual. Mornings often began with Lucia kneeling between Elise and Mira, her fingers working Mira’s clit while Elise guided her other hand inside herself, teaching her the proper rhythm. She learned how to pleasure Lio as well — one hand cupping and stroking his balls while the other glided smoothly up and down his thick length. She mastered using two different tempos simultaneously.
Lio was delighted by how quickly she adapted. It didn’t take long before she recognized the hitch in Elise’s breath when she was close, the way Mira’s thighs trembled just before she came. She memorized their sounds — the soft sighs, the sharp curses — and the deep groan Lio made right before he spilled over her hands and body.
He usually stood beside her while she pleasured the other two, his hand resting possessively on her shoulder as he watched, his heavy cock hard and throbbing just centimetres from her face.
By the fifth day, Lucia opened her mouth and took his cock inside of her own accord. It was her first clumsy attempt at a blowjob. The simple fact that she had willingly taken him into her mouth made Lio intensely aroused. He had no trouble finishing quickly. When his hot load flooded her mouth, Lucia coughed and struggled, her throat working desperately as she tried to swallow the bitter fluid. She managed.
On the last day, the day before she was to be presented to the Mogul, Lio watched the relaxed way Lucia curled against Elise’s side, their fingers gently tangled together. He thought about the remarkable progress she had made since he first saw her standing in the Square of Anathema. She was now comfortable being naked, at ease climaxing in front of them, and growing skilled at bringing both him and the girls to orgasm with her hands.
Lucia suddenly looked at him. “Why do you call yourselves toys?”
The question made both girls look up, wide grins spreading across their faces.
“Because that’s what we are,” Lio answered, his voice calm and matter-of-fact. “Pretty little things to be shown off and flaunted, to spark envy in others. To be broken for amusement… or cherished if we please.”
Mira added lightly, “Because we’re things to be played with,” as if explaining why the sky was blue. “The Mogul collects us like figurines — polished, posed, and ready for her hands.”
Elise sat up straighter, tracing a fingertip along Lucia’s arm. “There are twenty-eight of us now,” she said. “Sixteen girls, twelve boys. We sleep in the west wing, four to a room. You’ll be living with us.” Her voice dropped lower. “You’ll learn the particulars soon enough. Who’s favoured this month. Who’s being punished.”
Lucia’s eyes widened with bewilderment. “And your… tasks?”
Lio sat up, meeting her gaze steadily. “This week, we’re your teachers.” He gestured around the room. “But next week?” He gave a small shrug. “Next week we might be receptacles for a lord’s cock at one of her parties. Or a tongue in a lady’s asshole.”
He looked at her earnestly. “Tomorrow you will be presented to the Mogul and go through an initiation ritual. The day after, if you are accepted, your real training begins.” His hand rested on her thigh. “You will learn what it truly means to be a toy. You’ll learn how to take three men simultaneously — and enjoy it.”
He watched her reaction closely before adding, “I have full confidence that you will live with us as one of her toys. But there is no guarantee how the Mogul will react to you — or how you perform during her tests.”
Lucia’s breath hitched, her face going pale. Elise shifted closer, pressing her warm thigh against Lucia’s hip. “It’s not as bad as it sounds,” the shaved-head girl tried to console her. “You’ll see tomorrow.”
Mira stretched languidly beside them, arms overhead in a cat-like motion. “You asked about our tasks,” she said abruptly.
Lucia, still digesting Lio’s words, turned to her.
“We’re decor,” Mira continued, shifting closer. “Think of it like being a vase… or a painting.” Her hand stroked the sensitive inside of Lucia’s thighs. “Your purpose is to be admired. Except you’re alive, and—” Her fingers slid possessively over Lucia’s folds. “—you will be used. You will be a fuck toy, a suck toy, a ‘whatever they want you to do’ toy. And you know what?” She smirked. “Most importantly, you will learn to love it.”
Lucia swallowed hard. The idea should have revolted her. Yet the warmth of Elise’s skin pressed against hers and the way Mira’s fingers stroked her pussy felt disturbingly natural.
She looked at Lio again. “No chores? No scrubbing floors or mending linens?” The kind of tasks servants performed in her father’s household.
Lio studied her, faintly amused. “Normal servants do those. Have you never wondered why the bath is always ready when we need it, or why the dirty sheets are changed by the time we return to the bedroom?” He watched realisation slowly dawn on her face. She had grown up surrounded by servants and had simply never paid them any mind. Food appeared. Beds were made. Everything simply happened.
He moved closer and embraced her. Elise and Mira followed, enveloping Lucia in their warmth. Lio leaned in, whispering against her ear, “I know you can do this. We will help you become a perfect toy.” He kissed the side of her neck, noticing the goosebumps rising across her back. “I think you have the potential to become one of her favourites.”
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