The Trial That Turned Us into His Slaves

The request came when Marcos was already folding the tablecloth and stacking the utensils from Sofía’s trial. Valeria and Cristina approached together, without making a sound. Valeria was in front, Cristina half a step behind, as always.

—Can we talk for a moment, Master?

—Speak —said Marcos without looking up.

—We want to take the trial. We want to be marked —said Valeria. Cristina nodded silently.

Marcos set down what he was holding. He looked at them both, first one, then the other. Then he went to the chair and sat down with the calm of someone in no hurry about anything.

—You’re switches —he replied—. You won’t gain rank by being marked. It doesn’t change your position in the community.

—We don’t care about rank —said Valeria—. Being switches doesn’t change the fact that we’re also submissives. We want to be submissive to you, Master.

Cristina added:

—Sofía has her mark and she isn’t a hierarchical submissive. We saw her arm. The burn is recent, just like her mother’s. We understand. And we still want it.

Marcos folded his arms.

—Being marked isn’t just carrying my sign on your skin —he said slowly—. It means not being able to tell me no. Ever. Sexually, personally, professionally. Your bodies stop being yours in every sense. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth are mine from the moment you accept. When I want to put my cock in you, you put it in yourselves, in whatever hole I choose, in front of whoever I decide, without excuses and without prior permission. Do you understand?

—Yes, Master —they answered together.

—Then you’ll wait. We’ll start with Valeria.

***

Before the trial, Marcos took Andrés and Valeria to the bedroom. The door closed. Cristina remained in the basement, squatting, with her fingers resting on the floor and her legs spread more than ninety degrees. Her hands were clasped behind her neck. Waiting. In that position, her shaved cunt was completely open, and she could feel a warm thread running down the inside of her thigh. She didn’t dare close her legs even a centimeter.

—If you enter the community —Marcos told Andrés—, there will be three men above you, and I’ll be one of them. That entails specific obligations you won’t be able to refuse.

Andrés nodded. He looked at Valeria for a moment before asking:

—Will we keep training?

Valeria waited for Marcos’s signal before answering.

—Unless my Master orders otherwise, yes.

—And does the agreement stay the same?

Valeria lowered her eyes to the floor. A slight tension tightened her jaw.

—What agreement? —Marcos asked.

—He trains with me without concessions —she explained—. He hurts me if necessary. He only controls himself enough not to seriously injure me: a broken bone doesn’t affect me emotionally, but it does affect me professionally. In exchange, if the session has been hard enough, I allow it. Only then. And always with a condom, Master. I’ve always insisted on that.

—Allow him what? Say it in the exact words.

Valeria swallowed.

—For him to fuck me, Master. In my cunt. Bare inside the condom. To fill me and come inside me. Nothing more.

—You’ll continue as before, with one change —said Marcos—. From today on, you’re not the one who decides whether the training was hard enough. He decides. —He pointed at Andrés—. You’ll record every session. In case of disagreement, you appeal to me. As for the condom: once both of you have completed the ritual of entry into the community and your tests are clean, he’ll decide that too. If he decides to come inside you without a rubber, he comes inside you without a rubber. If he puts it in your ass, you swallow it and give thanks.

Valeria opened her mouth.

—Yes? —Marcos said.

—I’m an anal virgin, Master —she replied quietly.

—I’ll take that into account. When the time comes, I’ll be the one to break your ass in. I’ll push my cock all the way in the first time, without gentle lubricant, with saliva and with whatever drips from your cunt yourself. You’re going to scream and bleed a little, and you’ll still come. Afterward, he can continue as often as he likes. You can go back to the basement. Both of you squatting, legs spread, hands behind your neck.

***

Valeria had already seen Sofía’s trial. She knew what the candle, the measuring square, and the two stopwatches were for. There was nothing to explain.

Irina finished preparing the details while Marcos lit the flame. She held the square in place, measured the initial four centimeters, and Marcos pressed the first stopwatch.

Thirty seconds passed. Eyes began moving between Valeria and the others. Andrés folded his arms. At forty seconds, someone whispered something into the ear of the person beside them. At sixty seconds, the flame was already more than five centimeters high. Valeria inhaled slowly through her nose and did not release the air.

One minute and forty seconds. Cristina rose from her waiting chair.

Valeria extended her arm without being told. Her entire nervous system screamed at her to pull it away. She closed her eyes.

—Open your eyes and look at the candle —Marcos ordered.

She opened them. Marcos pressed the second stopwatch.

The pain was real and total: it radiated from her forearm to her shoulder, crossed her chest, and ran down her side. Her rational mind demanded that she pull her arm away. But her body was doing something else, something she couldn’t control: she felt the heat concentrating between her legs, her clitoris swelling and throbbing with every pulse, her cunt opening and soaking itself with thick moisture that began sliding down her thighs until it dripped onto the chair. The pain transformed into something else. A current that ran up her spine from bottom to top, tightening her nipples until they were hard as stones and leaving her unable to think clearly.

Thirty seconds into the second stopwatch, she let out the breath in a long sigh. A spasm in her legs. The first. She felt her cunt contracting in short waves around emptiness, as though searching for a cock that wasn’t there, and a hot orgasm soaked her folds and wet her asshole.

Her mind told her it no longer hurt, that the nerves were dead. It was a lie. It hurt. But in another way, in another register. She moved her arm horizontally without taking it away from the flame, and the fire brushed her wrist from a different angle, fresh and new. The pain returned at full intensity, and with it came her second orgasm, the longest of her life up to that point, as she cried out a never-ending vowel that was not one of suffering. Her hips moved on their own against the air, searching for something to rub against, and her cunt expelled another jet that ran over the edge of the chair and dripped onto the floor between her feet.

When Marcos ordered her to withdraw her arm, she had been on the second stopwatch for one minute and twenty-five seconds. She hadn’t heard him. She heard him the second time.

Elena helped her reach the chair. Valeria’s body, covered in bruises in various stages —purple, livid, yellow, black, received on several different days— trembled with small spasms. Her small breasts rose and fell rapidly, her nipples still erect and shining with sweat. Between her thighs, her shaved cunt remained swollen and red, her inner lips parted and soaked. Her eyes, still glassy, stared without seeing.

***

Cristina took the trial chair without waiting. She placed her arm down as soon as Marcos pressed the first stopwatch, earlier than necessary. She held it there twenty seconds beyond the minimum time because she could feel the pain triggering a third orgasm, and she had never had three in such a short time. During the first, her cunt contracted around nothing and her tits —larger than Valeria’s, a C cup, with dark, broad nipples— shook with the tremor. During the second, she bit her lower lip until she drew blood, and still a guttural moan escaped her while a warm stream ran between her buttocks and wet her asshole. The third was the most brutal: her cunt ejaculated in spurts, her clitoris throbbing as though it had a heartbeat of its own, and the fluid ran across the seat until it formed a puddle that bathed the insides of her thighs. There had been a great deal of it at the end. She hoped no one had noticed.

Irina noticed. She said something brief to her mother in Ukrainian. Her mother knelt beside the chair, spread Cristina’s thighs with both hands, and applied her tongue directly to Cristina’s open cunt, without warning. She began licking from the perineum toward the clitoris with a flat tongue, gathering every drop, and continued with long licks that sank between the inner lips. When she reached the clitoris, she sucked it with closed lips, gently tugging at it, and Cristina, who was still trying to regain her breath, had a fourth silent spasm and held back a scream by clenching her teeth. The Ukrainian woman didn’t stop until she had left her sex clean and gleaming with saliva, and then she licked her buttocks as well, along with the upper part of her thighs where the stream had run.

***

When Marcos summoned the group to the dining room, Cristina made as if to pick up her clothes from the floor.

—You can collect them afterward —he said without stopping.

Cristina followed. But when she sat in the dining-room chair, surrounded by dressed colleagues, with Andrés and Tomás looking at her unabashedly, she covered her breasts with her hands. Her nipples were plainly erect, and that embarrassed her more than her nakedness itself. Valeria came in last, saw her, and did the same.

—You two —said Marcos as soon as he entered the room—. Lower your hands right now.

They lowered them. Valeria’s face went from red to scarlet. Her small, A-cup breasts were exposed to the view of her coworkers, with tiny pink nipples pointing upward, still hard from the orgasm. Between her legs, her shaved cunt continued to glisten with moisture and left a dark stain on the chair as soon as she sat down. She forced herself not to look at any of them. Andrés raised an eyebrow and slowly ran his tongue over his upper lip as he stared at her tits. Tomás smiled briefly, lowered his gaze to Valeria’s lap for one long second, and then returned to his papers with an obvious bulge in his trousers. Marcos wore half a smile when he finished speaking.

—Good. Get used to it —he said—. When we’re alone among ourselves, or with other members of the community, you’ll be naked while I’m present. Without waiting for me to order it every time. And now, back to work. Are the plan changes adjusted?

They continued the meeting as though nothing had happened. Andrés spoke about logistics and routes. Tomás spoke about documentation. No one commented on the two naked women at the worktable, although Valeria’s nipples did not soften throughout the entire meeting, and Cristina could feel her cunt still throbbing against the seat.

***

When the others left, Marcos closed the door and made them kneel on the floor. Sofía entered shortly afterward and knelt beside Valeria, in the center, without anyone asking her to.

—There are rules you need to know from now on —Marcos began—. Your hands must always remain at your sides. You will never use them to cover yourselves. You did it today because you didn’t know the protocol. I won’t record it for now. Next time, there will be consequences.

Marcos leaned against the edge of the table.

—From now on, you’ll call me “Master” in private or with people from the scene. “Sir” only when someone from outside is present. Mistakes in forms of address will be punished, with tolerance at first, without it later. The same goes for clothing.

—As for footwear —he continued—, stiletto-heeled shoes or sandals at least ten centimeters high. No stockings, no socks, no silicone toe covers if they can be seen while wearing the shoes. That footwear, as long as there is nothing between it and your skin, is compatible with nudity. Anything else is not. As for clothing: skirts above the knee, preferably above mid-thigh. Garments that can be opened. No bra unless I explicitly authorize it, and in that case I prefer front-fastening ones or those that allow the cups to be separated. If I put my hand under your skirt at any moment, I want to find cunt directly, with no fabric in the way.

Valeria raised her hand.

—For training and running, Master?

—For the company gym or in the city: a very tight shirt without a bra, leggings or short shorts, sneakers. For running outdoors, the same. Here at home or at the compound, naked, like the others. In open country, barefoot if the terrain allows it. If not, sneakers, but no socks.

Cristina raised her hand.

—Valeria and I are thirty-eight, Master. And I, at least, don’t want to get pregnant.

—I understand that it worries you —said Marcos—. But you’ve chosen to be my slaves. That means the decision no longer belongs to you. I’m not going to sterilize you: it’s irreversible, and I won’t do it unless you explicitly request it. But neither will you use contraceptive methods on your own. If nature decides that you’ll become mothers, you will. When I fuck you, I’ll come inside you as many times as I please, and you’ll keep your legs raised for as long as I tell you, so that not a drop is lost. The community will always have someone available for the children, and your work won’t be interrupted any more than necessary. Dr. Álvarez will handle your medical follow-up and will become your primary gynecologist.

Cristina did not answer. Neither did Valeria.

—One more matter —he continued—. Until I’ve used each of your orifices, no one else may. No one. Not even people of your own sex. You may masturbate alone, but nothing more. —He looked at Valeria—. I’ll fuck you tonight. That’s why I asked you to stay. You, Cristina, if I can, it will be in Valencia. If not, when we return. Did you want to ask me something?

—I don’t mind waiting, Master —Cristina replied—. I don’t have a partner. I never have. Just occasional encounters at a club I used to go to with my parents.

—With your parents?

—They’re liberal. They go to swingers’ clubs and BDSM events too. My mother dominates my father, although sometimes they switch roles. They took me along from a young age. I only repeated with someone at that club.

—Did you fuck with them?

—I suggested it after the fourth visit. They refused.

Marcos nodded without comment.

—The other thing I wanted to tell you —Cristina added— is that I deserve a punishment for covering myself earlier. I knew it when I did it. Don’t reduce it because I confessed. I deserve it all the same, Master.

Marcos looked at her for a long moment.

—I had decided not to punish you because I assumed you didn’t know the protocol. But since you did know it: two months without masturbating or having sex. Except if I can fuck you in Valencia; in that case, the sixty days start over from the beginning. I’ll also reduce the training period for obtaining the additional physical marks to two months, counting from when we return. I’ll give you the work plan during the trip.

—Yes, Master —Cristina replied—. Thank you.

—Now go with the others. Tomorrow at seven here, with the whole team. We have an appointment in Cuenca before setting off for Valencia.

Cristina got up and went toward the door.

—Aren’t you forgetting something? —Marcos asked.

She stopped in the doorway.

—What, Master?

—Your clothes. They’re in the basement.

—Thank you, Master —she said, and went upstairs to get them.