Coursa's Story

"All right," Coursa started. She closed her eyes as if recalling. "After Sam was sold on, it was the best time of my life. Looking back, I don't know why that was exactly but I felt so happy. Like I have earned my place, and that she was out of the way. Somewhere safe, mind. I didn't want her to be hurt but instead of being lonely I was elated. Like I had proven myself the better **** and so I was the one who deserved to stay. Do you know how fucked up that is? Sam was my little sister and I was glad that she was gone! It meant that I could scarper around like a dog in chains, and suck the cock of the guy who'd sold her like it was some sort of prize."

She shook her head.

"Anyway that's not how I saw it then. After Sam was taken away to be sold, our master took me off the stake. I was exhausted by then, and totally spent. He gave my something to drink to revive me and told me what a good **** I had been. How much it meant to him that I was willing to endure all that had happened. He praised me for it. Before I knew it, he was touching me. Stroking me. My chest and my neck. In all of the time that he had owned us, he'd never done anything with us himself. It was weird. He was always clearly so aroused when we were naked. When he made us play with each other or masturbate you could see his stiff cock in his pants. And sometimes when we were being made to do things in the store, he'd swing by and watch. But up until that point he'd never done anything personally."

"But that changed then?"

"Yes. He told me to spread my legs and that he was going to reward me for being such a good ****. Before I knew it, he had me bent up against a wall. I was moaning and grunting, his cock was inside me thrusting harder and harder. I remember the feeling, like lightning through my body. Each thrust of his hips made me gasp and shudder harder than the last. His hands were pawing at my breasts, and he was telling me that now Sam was away it was just the two of us. I felt his hot breath along my neck, and my clit was throbbing, aching for more.

"He came inside of me then, and as he pulled out of my pussy, told me that he was going to be doing it more from then on. Since I could not get pregnant without his say so, there was no reason to hold back. He was going to mould me into the perfect little whore for his use."

She shook her head, her eyes moving back towards the ground.

"It turns out that he'd had his eyes on the two of us for years. Ever since we were little girls. He'd waited for us to come of age and though I can't prove it, I think he was probably behind what happened to our father too. Forcing us into debt so that he could swoop in and offer to save us. But it seems like he wanted only the best of us. We were both cute but he wanted a single perfect ****, not too good ones that he'd have to split his attention between. Since I was the ''winner'' I was the one who was going to be trained into the whore of his dreams."

"What happened then?"

"He trained me," Coursa said. "At first how to walk and then how to move. How best to show off my assets. My chest and my pussy. He told me that I had to walk so that my tits bounced. Like, what kind of woman walks like that? And also that I was to be aroused constantly whenever he was around. I was trained in endurance, how to hold a state of arousal for as long as possible. To show what I would have to do, he tied me to a tree and had other slaves edge me for hours and hours. It was ****! I was pinned with my legs open, my pussy screaming for a climax that wouldn't come! They would use tools and fingers and toys to make sure i could recognise different sensations. At the end of the day, after I had endured hours of edging, the man himself would always make me beg to satisfy him with my body. Once I did, he'd fuck me there and then. He didn't even bother to untie me. Of course after a day of teasing, I'd cum like mad and he'd compliment me on being such a lusty whore. Those were the words he used to. ''Lusty whore'' he always repeated them, like he was trying to drive them into my head."

She looked back up at Elody.

"It worked too. After a while I started to think of myself as a whore. A sex **** whose purpose was only to entertain my master and his friends. I forgot everything about my life before. My sister; the shop. All that mattered was that I give pleasure to those I was told were my betters. I try to think back to those days and it's hard. Hard and weird."

"How is it weird?" Elody frowned. "Explain please. It could be important."

"It's like... it's like there was this fog in my mind. I didn't recognise it but it was there. I was only thinking the things it wanted me to think. That I was a whore. That my sister didn't matter. That my master's pleasure was the most important thing in my life. Being a **** was good, the best I could be. I should be happy to be one, proud that I was picked. That sort of thing."

Elody adjusted her position on the stone block.

"If you were so happy with your place, how did you end up here?"

Coursa closed her eyes.

"I fought it." She said. "It took me a while. The fog was really strong and I didn't even realise it was there. But I always looked after Sam, you know? For all of our lives. I was the big sister, and not having her around was strange and alarming. I felt off. I knew that she was gone and I didn't care. And I knew I _should _care. So something was wrong. And when I realised that, the whole thing started to fall to pieces."

"And your master noticed."

"Yes. At first he tried to train me even more intensely, calling me his favourite whore, and driving that word into my mind like a branding iron. I felt the fog swirling inside of me, trying to swallow me up again. But I fought it. I refused to be swallowed! I clung to who I was, and fought for the memory of my sister. And bit by bit, I started to throw it off. But in doing so I was throwing off my master's control. I was no longer his perfect little sex ****. So after deciding that I had failed him, he sold me on. His last words to me were that he should have kept Sam. The bastard."

"I see." Elody said. "Thank you for telling me all of this, I am sure it was hard."

"Pretty hard, yeah." Coursa looked over at her. "Did it help?"

Elody considered carefully.

"I think maybe it did."