Candy

“We normally wait till after the first week of training to assign names and roles, but it’s already pretty damn clear that you’re a bitch, so I’m just going to start calling you Candy.” Adam says as he attaches a leash to your collar.

Something tells you that attempting to talk back would not end well for you, so you simply stay silent as Adam ties the other end of the leash to the table leg next to you.

“You haven’t given me much faith in your intelligence so far, so this is just in case you’re dumb enough to try running away.”

You watch with suspicion and a tinge of fear as Adam puts on a pair of rubber gloves. He snaps them in place before walking around towards your rear.

“I just have to do a quick medical check before we get you started.”

Adam leans down and firmly places his hand on your ass cheek. He then does the same with his other hand to your other cheek. You wince as he, not so gently, separates them, leaving your ass hole gaping. He moves his head in so close you can almost feel he breath inside you.

“Spike really did a number on you.” Adam says as he begins to move away. “He fucked you raw.”

Adam walks back over to the table and grabs a small bottle containing some sort of ointment. He squeezes out a large glob onto his gloved hand before walking back behind you.

“I should just leave it, let the soreness teach you a lesson.” He says as he beings to slide a finger into your hole. “But then again, you’ll be getting more than enough lessons soon.”

Adam slides his finger deep inside, moving it around in a circular motion, applying the ointment all around. He slowly pulls it back before adding another finger and sliding them back in. You start to feel your new cock cage getting tighter.

You don’t see how three fingers would help with the ointment application, but that doesn’t stop him from using them. He pushes in as deep as he can go and you’re doing your best to hide how much pleasure it’s bringing you. He quickly pulls all three fingers out leaving your hole feeling empty and hungry. As if losing control of your own body, you push your ass back towards Adam and let out what can only be described as a whimper.

“My god, you really are a bottom bitch.” Adam says with a slight chuckle. “I can’t believe you ever thought you could be man enough to work here.”

You aren’t even listening to his words, you’re too focused on the agony of no longer being filled. You begin to pant.

“Okay okay.” Adam says as he slides his fingers back in. “Something tells me you’re going to be the easiest pup to train.”

You almost yelp in excitement as he thrusts in and out of you. Your hips move rhythmically with his motions. You push back harder and harder as he speeds up his pace. You don’t know when a fourth finger entered but whenever it was, it didn’t slow you down at all. Each thrust puts you closer and closer to the edge. Your body begins to tremble with excitement as you feel the climax approaching. Then Adam removes his hand.

You yell out in disappointment, the hood making it almost sound like a howl. The feeling of overwhelming and agonizing emptiness fills you again as you collapse on ground.

Adam steps over your tortured body as he removes his gloves, tossing them in the trash.

“Consider that lesson one.” He says as he unties the leash from the table and places it in his hand.

“Now, get your bitch ass up, Candy. It’s time to go.”