Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
When it was over, we collapsed together on the tangled sheets, all three of us breathing heavily in the aftermath. Colonel Quinst remained buried inside me for long moments, his hands stroking my trembling flanks with surprising gentleness.
“Extraordinary,” he murmured finally, slowly withdrawing from my stretched passage. The emptiness left me feeling oddly bereft, my body still humming with residual pleasure. “Betty, I believe our student has exceeded all expectations.”
Betty smiled with maternal pride as she helped me turn over, my bound wrists finally showing signs of strain from the prolonged restraint. “She’s a natural submissive,” she agreed, stroking my sweat-dampened hair. “Prince Hendren chose very well indeed.”
CHAPTER 17
Viola
The morning came too soon for me, announced by soft chimes echoing through the Quinst household. I woke slowly, my body aching in ways that served as vivid reminders of the previous evening’s thorough education. The restraints had been removed, and my Guardian had carried me to my own room at some point during the night, but my wrists bore faint marks from the leather cuffs, I saw as I blinked my eyes into clarity.
Betty appeared in the doorway of my small bedroom, already clad in an elegant morning dress, her hair perfectly arranged despite the obscene intimacies we had shared mere hours before. The transformation from passionate, demanding Mistress back to maternal authority figure seemed effortless, though I caught something embarrassingly knowing in her pale eyes as they assessed my disheveled state.
“Good morning, dear,” she said warmly, as if greeting a houseguest rather than the woman she had helped her husband use for his pleasure with such thoroughness. “Time to prepare for your return to the Academy. The other students will be arriving back as well, and Mistress Orela expects punctuality.”
I struggled to sit up, wincing as various tender places reminded me of Colonel Quinst’s thorough possession. My face burned as I recalled how completely I had surrendered to their combined ministrations, how desperately I had begged for their use of my body.
“Yes, Mistress,” I whispered, hearing hoarseness in my voice and remembering the previous night’s screams of pleasure.
Betty moved to the dresser where my overnight bag waited, withdrawing my fresh underwear and placing it on the dresser like a reminder of the innocent veneer my schoolgirl clothes would provide.
She helped me dress with the same maternal care she had shown while preparing me for their bed, her hands gentle yet possessive as she arranged my uniform. When she smoothed down my skirt and adjusted my collar, it felt so much like an ordinary morning transaction that I found myself wondering whether I had ever served as president of a proud, thriving planet.
“The Academy transport will arrive in twenty minutes,” she informed me, leading me toward the kitchen where I could smell breakfast preparations. “But first, you must eat properly. Your training requires substantial energy.”
Colonel Quinst sat at the kitchen table in his military dress uniform, consulting reports while he ate. He looked up as we entered, his blue eyes assessing me with the same evaluating interest he had shown throughout my strange education.
“Good morning, Viola,” he said formally, though something in his voice made my cheeks warm with memory. “I trust you slept well?”
“Yes, Guardian,” I replied quietly, taking the seat Betty indicated with a gentle hand on my shoulder.
The breakfast was simple, but nourishing, though I found it difficult to concentrate on eating while both my Guardian and my Mistress watched me with such evident satisfaction. Every movement reminded me of the previous night’s lewd training, and I could feel the heat rising further in my cheeks as I recalled how completely I had surrendered to their desires.
“Eat properly, dear,” Betty instructed, settling beside me with her own plate. “You’ll need your strength for whatever lessons Mistress Orela has planned today.”
I tried to focus on the food, but the casual way they discussed my training while I sat between them sent the familiar, helpless warmth traveling through my core. The memory of Colonel Quinst’s thick shaft claiming my bottom while I served his wife with my mouth felt so vivid that I nearly choked on my toast.
“Your responses last night were quite remarkable,” Colonel Quinst observed, consulting his handheld between bites. “The governor’s data shows sustained arousal levels that seem to suggest you’re taking to your training, even if you can’t admit it consciously. I’m sure His Royal Highness will be pleased with your progress.”
The recollection that my master had been able to monitor every moment of my degradation sent fresh shame flooding through me. The involuntary image came to my mind of him in his embassy study, watching the data feed from my pussy while I begged strangers to use my body in the most intimate ways possible.
“We’ve prepared a detailed report for Mistress Orela,” Betty added, producing a sealed envelope from her bag. “She’ll want to know how well you’ve adapted to Guardian instruction.”