It's hard to say, which is sorta the point.

It felt like hours had passed. Probably only minutes. Veronica tried to retreat into her head. This wasn't about pain anymore, or sexual pleasure, or anything. It was about practicing endurance. This was going to be her life - rough anal fucks, wandering about naked and covered in fluids, her mouth only rarely empty before someone shoved a tit or cock into it. It was, really, her new job. Her career in life. She needed to train to be a... communal sex toy. At least she liked sex? Like, a lot. She had a bit of a reputation as a slut on campus, and she was glad that John had somehow never heard about it. So it's not like it was too big a change for her. There were worse fates.

Finally, mercifully - she felt John push as deep as he could, then felt his cock expand. She felt fluid fill up her colon, and she collapsed. She didn't cum. He gave her permission to cum, since he came inside her, but she was nowhere close. Truthfully, she didn't feel anything but relieved it was over. She didn't want more right now.

As John pulled out, she reflexively tried to pucker her ass to prevent any leaking. Fuck, there was so much. It felt kinda like... erm... keeping diarrhea inside? She couldn't come up with any other analogy. Holding her anus closed to keep fluid leaking out really only felt like one thing. But... with all the stretching John had done, it didn't seem to matter. She watched some of John's cum drip out of her ass onto the floor below. She laid there, exhausted beyond belief. "This training... ugh... is it always going to be this hard? How often do y... how often does master have to fuck his cum into his whore's dirty ass-"

John clicked his tongue.

Veronica froze.

That sound.

A REWARD.

Her brain lit up. OHMYGODOHMYGOD A REWARD. I NEED IT I NEED IT I NEED IT GIMME GIMME GIMME WHAT DID I DO TO TRIGGER IT CAN I DO MORE I NEED TO DO IT MORE I SAID SOMETHING EXTRA SLUTTY I NEED TO DO MORE I NEED MORE REWARDS MORE MORE MORE GIMME -

The anticipation was even worse than last time. John ruffled her sweat-drenched hair. Her eyes were bolted wide staring at his face. She looked... frankly, feral. This was... a bit unnerving to see. Wow. All sense of shame had been removed by desire. "Good girl! I'm proud of you, pet, using extra naughty words! Let's get you a reward. First things first. For your power: you can produce as much spit as you want, and you can freely control its consistency. It'll make lube easier in the future, and should help with coating your throat in slime when you need it. For your emotional reward: I know you love snowboarding, and given the current situation I think it may be awhile before you can go again - so I want you to remember going snowboarding yesterday. You can recognize that it's a false memory, but I want it to feel real in every way - you're that good kind of sore that you like, you're relaxed, and just loving life. For your physical? Let's stick to our old favorite. I want you to feel the buildup of an incredible orgasm. I want it to start building now, rising and rising for the next minute. Then, when it hits, I want your orgasm to last for 1 full minute. When it starts to fade, you can ask for me to extend it by speaking properly."

Veronica was getting used to the changes John was implementing, and relaxed into the sensations that crawled over her. You know how you can lean into your orgasm, make it feel better by going along with it? She knew she was going to get a giant hit of dopeamine, followed by a giant hit of serotonin, followed by a giant hit of oxytocin, all back-to-back. She sort of... leaned into all three. John smiled at her blissful expression. He wanted her to really relax into letting the reward crawl through her brain and do its job. All the exhaustion from her ass-fucking faded away, replaced by deep relaxation on every level. Then, she felt her orgasm start to build. She felt herself start to get wet - a dramatic change from the state her pussy was in during the extended dry anal fuck. Then it felt like... some kind of phantom limb thing? She felt like she was rubbing herself, building up to an orgasm, but she wasn't moving. She felt herself start to get hornier, and her breath caught. Just for fun, she decided to resist the sensation as long as she could. It was like fighting the tide. Her arousal rose higher and higher to a fever pitch until, easily and naturally, the arousal just gently pushed her over the edge. It had made no difference at all whether she resisted or not. She had no control here, and all she could do was surrender mentally - her body had already surrendered completely.

She started leaking into the bed, twitching a bit as her toes curled. She felt some of the cum in her ass start to leak out as she twitched with the orgasm, but didn't care.

John pulled out his phone, and started writing a rough draft of the rules she would have to follow. After a couple minutes, he heard Ver -

"Sir? Master? Can your **** whore keep cumming? Please?" John glanced up from his phone. She was writhing on the couch next to him, her hand at her pussy, legs bending in and out.

"Of course, pet. You can cum for another 45 seconds. But you'll have to ask in a sluttier way if you want more after."

He kept writing down ideas on his phone while he waited, a naked Veronica writhing next to him on the bed. As one hand kept typing on the phone, he surreptitiously slid his fingers into her ass, mixing the cum up around in her insides while she writhed with the orgasm. But not too long later...

"Master? Your cum-starved fuckholes really want to keep this party going. Will you please grant permission?" She made puppy-dog eyes at him, but stopped when she saw him start to move his fingers to her face.

"Only if you agree to lick this anal cum off my fingers. If you do, you can orgasm for as long as you want, up to a full hour." FULL HOUR. The words echoed in Ver's thoughts. It would be just like the first time. Oh my god, that would be... wait. Ver stopped, seeing the string of cum stretched between two of John's fingers. It had to be in her head, but it looked... dirty. That came out of her ass. Ew. Ew ew ew. He rubbed her lips just a little with the fingers. She grimaced.

"Do I... have a choice?"

"With me, you always have a choice."

Veronica thought. She really, really thought. Fuck, she wanted more. Hadn't she earned more? She'd been through some shit. But this... goddamn. Ew. She knew she'd have to start doing that kind of thing eventually, but this was all just too fucking much, too fast.

"Fuck.... I'll... stop here. Seriously, what is with you and trying to get me to taste my own ass? It's weird." Veronica frowned, twisting to look down at her butt behind her. It was just that shape of bubble that really made guys want to really get in there sloping gently into a small gap with an open pussy. She'd always been proud of her body. It helped her in a lot of ways, from sex to life. She was going to have to acknowledge that while it would still protect her (ugly people with AGS had even worse outcomes), it would still inspire people to amp up their desires, tortures, and uses of her. And while having an attractive ass gave her a valuable commodity in life in the past, now it would just serve to... attract. And looking at her own ass... eh. She guessed she could see how it could be hot to watch her... interact with it.

John shrugged. "It's important training. Honestly, it's not that big a deal. I had my tongue in your ass earlier, how is this any different? I should honestly push the issue a little harder, I just feel bad because while I agree that we need to start anal training early, I literally just decided that causing you pain is an awful thing that needs to be avoided. But still, it was necessary. It wont hold a candle to what'll happen to you in a month. I could show you what kinds of things are going to happen to you once we go out into the world - but honestly, I don't think you're ready for that. Seriously, you just don't get how rough things will be for you. I swear I am trying to help you."

Veronica smiled gently. "I know, I know, I'm sorry. It's just.... a lot to get used to, honestly." She frowned down at her naked body. She hasn't even had breakfast. "Can we... take a break from training for a bit? Just have breakfast and lunch like normal people?"

John smiled. "That sounds nice, really. And we will. But the training never stops, I'm sorry. I see you already reverted back to your old words. You've gotta keep up with that all the time forever, Ver. That's... well, this?" He reached out and slid a couple fingers in her pussy. He smiled at her and started gently pumping in and out. Jesus, he was starting up AGAIN? "This is your life now, I'm sorry. We've got to make sure you're ready."

Veronica shuddered involuntarily, just a little. John saw her, and gave a gentle smile. "But... well, okay. This is a lot, I know. How about you go rest for an hour? Watch some tv or whatever. I'll make us some food."

And so they just took some time to hang out. John noticed that Veronica had started to sprawl out a little bit, getting more comfortable with being nude constantly. Her legs splayed open and her pussy sat on display. Good, she'd have to get used to that, though sitting in a sloppy-but-accessible way just made her seem more like a dumpster-whore. They needed to work on controlling impressions.

Still - the casual sprawling combined with her continuing to refer to herself as "your slutty tits" or "your sopping pussy" had a bunch of weird effects on him. Once, He found himself speaking to her while staring at her pussy, as if that's what he was speaking to. Sometimes he would reach out and tickle her clit to punctuate some statement or another. One time he even slid a finger into her mouth when he was trying to talk as a joke. He expected her to keep talking, but she started sucking on it as a joke. It was all so... casual. It was starting to feel normal. He also noticed himself asking her to do more stuff for him (like grab the remote or whatever), but she didn't seem to notice. She just seemed more agreeable in general. Once he realized this, he tried not to ask her for more stuff. She looked like she really did need this break.

Veronica, for her part, realized that she'd really treasure these "normal times" eventually and tried to make the best of it. Her standards for "normal" certainly were changing, though. She still called John "master," and she eventually realized that because doing that had a chance to trigger a reward, she felt herself start to get a little wet every time she did it. And because she was always using that language, she was just sorta... always wet. Veronica rolled her eyes when she realized. Being conditioned on accident to be permanently horny was... annoying, but frankly unsurprising. Looking at the couch, though, she'd really have to figure out how to solve the problem of leaving wet spots everywhere.

But that was secondary. The fact that objectifying herself and calling John "Master" seemed to be keeping her wet was concerning enough on its own.