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As the lights went on in the girls’ own little bedrooms, around the viewing area where the buyers sat in their opaque pod chairs, Hend imagined summoning Leka to kneel before him and take his hard cock deep down her throat in the knowledge that she was grateful to be allowed to have her face fucked. Guiltily, he imagined telling her that she must be spanked just because he liked to spank her, and having her go happily over his knee, naked.
Then he imagined having to sell her favors to keep them both alive. He knew some buyers of Yeg girls did exactly that to offset a little of the enormous cost. A few of the girls on the other side of the glass were destined to be rented out by the hour, or to have their charms awarded regularly to favored employees or retainers—even to be shared with family members. Hend thought about Grace, the girl from the demo area, and how she had reacted to being told to suck Harris Newton’s cock. How would she have reacted, he wondered, if her master had told her to go to Harris’ room and spend the night there, being fucked frantically and repeatedly, all over her body, by a man who was not her master and who undoubtedly would have wanted to make the most of his time with her?
The fantasy was hot, but Hend knew his sense of honor would never allow him to live that way—and he was grateful for that, he supposed.
Why steal Leka then, the girl whose European beauty appealed to him so much? Shouldn’t he steal another girl—a girl who wouldn’t tempt him that way?
Leka was in her little bedroom now. A message popped up in the display of his chair.
Move to Leka’s room? Press Yes.
Hend started, but then realized that their marketing algorithm must have seen how intently he had focused on her in the training session. He pressed the Yes button, and his chair moved smoothly across the viewing area until he looked directly through the glass at Leka, innocently preparing for bed.
On Hend’s display, a long menu of choices now appeared. The top one instantly caught Hend’s eye.
Have Leka masturbate in desk chair? Press Yes.
Hend used the display to see what other buyers were doing, around the room, and saw that at least two other girls had already been made to start playing with themselves in front of the mirrors in their rooms. He pressed Yes.
The sound from Leka’s bedroom came into Hend’s pod. “Leka,” said a feminine voice, “a buyer requests that you play with your private part. Please comply. Place your chair in front of the mirrored wall, and sit there. Then begin pleasuring yourself. The buyer will give further instructions as necessary.”
“Yes, miss,” Leka said, clearly used to being spoken to by the disembodied voice. She went to get the chair.
Through briefs?
Hend pressed Yes.
Halter off?
Hend pressed No. His heart was pounding and his cock was hard as titanium.
“Please leave your briefs and halter on, Leka. You will pleasure yourself through the fabric until the buyer wishes otherwise.”
A sweet, puzzled look crossed Leka’s face. “But won’t my briefs get wet, miss?”
“Do as you’re told, Leka,” the voice said. “The buyer wishes you to get your briefs wet.”
Leka clearly found this piece of information mystifying, but her obedient spirit took over, she sat down in the desk chair, and spread her knees. She put her right hand between her legs and closed her eyes as she began to rub her pussy through the blue-striped briefs, biting her lower lip at the pleasurable sensation. Her left thumb toyed with her left nipple, and then she moved that hand to her right breast, and squeezed it gently. A wet spot began to show dark on the fabric of the briefs.
Leka whimpered and whispered, “I hope I’m doing it right, sir.”
Hend could hardly believe how arousing it was to watch. To his surprise, he found that he paid much more attention to Leka’s face than he did to her rubbing fingers, though her sweet bare cunt-lips were now clearly outlined through the thin, damp briefs as the fabric molded them.
Play with briefs?
Hend pressed Yes.
“Leka, play with your briefs, please. Tug them to stimulate yourself, and pull them aside to show the buyer your privates.”
Leka’s eyes flew open and her brow furrowed. Hend felt she looked directly at him for a moment, though he knew it was impossible. Then Leka looked down between her legs and obeyed the voice, gathering the soaking fabric of her panties into a narrow band and crying out as she tugged them against her clit. Around the fabric she rubbed her little pink lips, faster and faster, and then she pulled the briefs aside and said, “I hope you like my private part, sir.”
Hend groaned at that—positively groaned in his arousal.
Should Leka come?
Hend pressed Yes.
“Leka, the buyer wishes to allow you to climax. Please do so, now.”
“Thank you… thank you, sir…” Leka gasped, as she tugged the panties back against her clit and began to rub.
Hend couldn’t help himself: he had been stroking himself furtively, and now he freed his cock from his pants completely there in the pod chair and began to jerk off in earnest. He conceived a certain desire, and in the grip of his arousal he couldn’t keep himself from scanning down the menu.
Finger in anus?
Feet against wall?
He pressed yes for both options.
“Leka, please raise your knees and place your feet on the mirror wall. Then put a finger in your bottom-hole,” said the voice.
Leka’s eyes widened, but her left hand instantly left her breasts and reached down under her thigh, as her adorable bare feet came up to rest against the glass. Hend zoomed in on her pussy and her bottom, and he jerked off alternately to the sight of Leka’s terribly naughty fingers there, holding the soaking fabric of her briefs aside so they could do the wicked things Hend had commanded, and to the sight of her face as she looked down at what she was doing because Hend wanted her to do it.
Suddenly she threw her head back and cried out the same way she had cried out when Miss June had struck her bottom with the crop—leaving the mark that Hend could just see peeping out from under the blue-striped seat of the briefs, as Leka pulled them aside to expose her private parts to him—for him. He couldn’t help it: he came. Only a few tasteful seconds later, a message popped onto the display.
A towel is located in the side compartment. Cleanup of the chair will be our pleasure, once you leave it.
Meanwhile, the voice in Leka’s room said, “Leka, please report to the discipline room for punishment.”
“What?” Hend asked. Whether because it was responding to the question or because it provided the explanation automatically, a message popped onto the display.
Yeg girls must always be punished for masturbating.
Hend felt his brow furrow, and his mouth twitch to the side in futile protest. If you were mine, little Leka, I wouldn’t punish you if I had you do that for me while I watched. It wouldn’t be fair.
On the other hand, he thought he probably would spank her if he found her doing it without permission. He wondered why he was so sure of that, for a moment. Her pleasure would be his responsibility in that case, wouldn’t it? If she needed to play with herself, shouldn’t she have Hend’s cock inside her, driving hard, instead? Hend wasn’t sure it was justice, but despite just having had his own orgasm, he found himself getting hard again at these thoughts of what a life with Leka might involve.
It’s impossible, he told himself. It’s impossible, and don’t you forget it.
On the display, another message appeared.
Go to punishment room?
Hend sighed and pressed Yes, as he watched Leka walk resignedly out of her bedroom, the wet spot still very visible on the briefs she had rearranged. Why should he deny himself the little he could get of the experience?
The spanking was very matter of fact: Leka had to bend down over a chair and pull down her briefs to her knees. Miss June spanked her ten times with a leather paddle while she cried out with little yelps. Miss June paddled hard; Leka’s bottom turned a bright shade of pink, and she had to cross her legs with the agony of it several times and bounce her bottom up and down to try to take some of the sting away. When Miss June allowed it, after the paddling was done, Leka rubbed her bottom vigorously, with tears in her eyes. Hend almost started to jerk off again at the sight.
Then, suddenly, the mirrors all became opaque, and he heard Rena-the-tour-guide’s voice say, “It’s the girls’ bedtime, gentlemen. You may proceed upstairs. If you would like to make a decision at this point simply stop at the concierge’s desk, and a sales agent will come right up to talk things over with you. There’s also a video we recommend you watch, which covers the imprinting process. You can call it up on the screen in your room.”
When Hend got up to the lobby of the guest quarters, he saw that there was already a line of three men at the concierge desk. Harris Newton was one of them. He winked at Hend as Hend walked by.
“Which girl?” Hend asked curiously.
“Hera, of course,” Harris answered, as if amazed that anyone could have focused his attention on any other girl. “Did you see that skin mod? It’s like it’s pointing your cock straight into her backside. I can’t wait to spank that little bottom.”
Hend laughed. “Good for you,” he said.
“You liked that little blonde, didn’t you? Leka? Was that her name? Did you have her play with herself?”
Hend nodded a little sheepishly.
“Well,” Harris said, “why aren’t you stepping up to buy?”
“Still deciding,” Hend lied smoothly. “I may want to take a look at Malda tomorrow.”
“I can see your point,” Harris said. “But I’ve never been as turned on by anything as I was when I made Hera ride that little masturbation saddle and she came twice, screaming ‘Thank you, sir.’”
“Saddle? Was that in the menu?”
Harris chuckled and nodded. “Look for it tomorrow.” The concierge called Harris over, and Hend went upstairs to his room. When he got there, he watched the video about imprinting, recording it on his implanted video recorder.
The screen showed a small but elegant room, where an older woman sat in an armchair, in front of an artificial but very realistic-looking fire that blazed on an antique stone hearth.
“Imprinting is a beautiful, erotic experience for a Yeg girl and for her new master,” the woman said. “While the exact course of the ceremony can be easily adapted to your wishes as your girl’s owner, there are certain elements that must make up part of any imprinting ceremony, and we have recommendations as to the rest of the events. In this video, we’ll be following the story of a real imprinting: you will see what happened when a girl named Heidi imprinted on her new owner right here in this room, which we call the imprinting chamber.”
The camera panned around the room, showing that it contained an enormous, elegant modern bed and what could only be some kind of spanking bench, suited to restraining a girl for punishment. The shot dissolved to the same room, lit slightly differently, and now apparently empty. On the bed now was something that could only be the masturbation saddle Harris had mentioned.
The door opened, and a dark-haired, fair-skinned young woman entered in her blue-striped briefs and halter. She looked very nervous, but also wore a hopeful expression, as if she didn’t know what would happen now, but she thought it would be good.
“This is Heidi,” said the same woman’s voice. “She’s been brought to the imprinting chamber because her new owner has decided to purchase her contract.”
Heidi went to the bed, a little uncertainly, and sat upon it.
“Heidi has been told to prepare herself by pleasuring herself nearly to a climax. She has been told that her master is watching, and that she will be punished for any faults she shows in demonstrating how much she wishes to please him. This is of course a difficult assignment for Heidi, because she has never seen a man’s cock, and does not understand about how sex really works; she must use the submissive instincts bred into her.”
On the screen, Heidi took off her halter and briefs and climbed onto the bed, crouching atop the little saddle, which seemed to be a very firm cushion with a plush surface except where it touched Heidi’s pussy; there the saddle seemed to have a bumpy, shiny ridge, made perhaps of plastic, for a girl to rub her clit and pussy-lips on.
“One of the true requirements is that a girl be aroused when she imprints, and so this ride atop the pleasure saddle is an unchangeable feature of the ceremony,” the narrator went on as on the vid Heidi rode the masturbation saddle with her eyes closed, supporting herself on her elbows and biting her lips as she posted lewdly up and down. In close-up, the screen showed her slippery cunt rising and falling, rubbing back and forth over the lewd saddle. Hend wished he had seen the option in the menu; right now he desperately wanted to watch Leka doing exactly that. “We find that the first days of a girl’s service to her new master tend to go more smoothly if she associates his manhood with her own arousal from the very beginning.”
Heidi’s passion for the saddle grew and grew, and she began to cry out, “Oh, sir… oh, sir…”
The door opened again, and a man entered, wearing a red bathrobe. Heidi whirled atop the saddle, eyes and mouth wide in startlement, face blushing furiously.
“Heidi has never seen a man in the flesh before,” the narrator intoned. “But watch how she reacts, aroused as she is and knowing that he is her master.”
Heidi moved like a cat, getting off the bed in an instant and kneeling before her master, with her eyes downcast. Hend found that even watching the scene on video, his own pulse was pounding. Heidi’s owner, a tall, reasonably handsome man with ash blond hair, said nothing, but untied the belt of his robe and shrugged it from his shoulders, to reveal his erect cock, which pointed toward Heidi’s face as he grasped it arrogantly in his right hand.
“Here is what I have for you,” he said in a deep voice then, with a very strong Germanic accent. “Look at it, Heidi.”
Almost against her will, it seemed, because of the shame of being seen riding the masturbation saddle so passionately, Heidi looked up. She gasped at the sight of the erect cock of her new owner.
He said something that was either in a different language, or consisted of nonsense syllables. Hend had no idea what it was, but it sounded like “Yerquo yertin mawet pezben.”
A radiant smile spread across Heidi’s face. “Oh, sir,” she whispered, without taking her eyes off her master’s cock. “Oh, it feels… it feels so wonderful. May I… touch it?”
“Not yet,” Heidi’s owner said. “Get on the spanking bench now. I’m going to punish you for the first time.”
“Yes, sir,” Heidi said. “Thank you, sir.”
As Heidi moved to rise and obey, the narrator said, “Heidi’s master learned the four-word phrase from his girl’s trainer, just before he entered the room. As you just saw, as soon as Heidi heard that phrase, which had been designed into her very DNA to make her imprint, her master’s cock became the most important thing in the universe to her.”
Heidi’s master began by spanking her with his hand. “You belong to me, now,” he said, and gave her five spanks on the milk-white ovals of her shapely bottom-cheeks, alternating sides as he went. “And your little pussy belongs to me.” He gave her five more spanks, and she yelped at each one.
“Again,” said the narrator, “a punishment at this point is not absolutely necessary, but we have found it to be very beneficial for the girl, and pleasurable for the master. As you’ll see, Heidi’s master chooses to awaken her right there on the spanking bench, a course that many men enjoy.”
“Do you know what your pussy is?”
“No, sir!”
“It’s this part,” said Heidi’s master, putting his hand there, where Heidi was easily accessible because of the way her knees were spread to either side of the spanking bench.
“Oh, sir… I’m sorry…” Heidi gasped, as her master fondled her. “But they told me…”
“I know,” he said softly. “It’s alright. It’s alright.”
Heidi moaned now, and tried desperately to ride her master’s hand the way she had ridden the saddle on the bed. But her master took his hand away, and went around to Heidi’s face, brandishing his cock. “This is my cock,” he said. “How do you feel about my cock, Heidi?”
“I love your cock, sir,” Heidi said without hesitation.
“I’m going to put it in your little pussy now, Heidi.”
“Oh, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“It’s going to hurt, at first.”
“Yes, sir.”
“But after that, it will feel good.”
“I know it will, sir. Somehow I just know that.”
Heidi’s master went around to her bottom again. With a little grunt of satisfaction, he found the place where Heidi’s cunt opened to the sheath he clearly could not wait to have around his cock. Heidi cried out as he pushed, and he put his hands around her hips and drove in forcefully.
Heidi screamed, and her face became a mask of woe for a moment, but then she whispered, “Sir… I love you,” Heidi said. “Thank you for putting your cock in me… I love it so much.”
As Heidi’s master began to fuck his new girl vigorously, the scene dissolved back to the older woman in the chair. “As you can see,” she said, “the imprinting process makes for remarkable results. When you purchase your girl’s contract, we will take great pleasure, ourselves, in helping you plan your own special version of what you just saw. All you need do is call the concierge when you are ready. As soon as your funds clear, we’ll schedule your imprinting ceremony.”
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