Training (3)

Cane’s hands suddenly gripped my br*asts. His big hands enveloped me, rough calluses scraping against my skin as he kneaded with a disturbing force. The sensation was sickening and foreign, an invasion of my body and soul.

“Big, white, and soft…” he muttered slowly, his voice thick with perversion.

I shot him a defiant glare, but it felt like my gaze was powerless against the weight of his disgusting touch.

Unfortunately, the tears in my eyes did not seem to affect Cane. He brazenly met my gaze and grinned.

“And look at this. ” he muttered.

His hands, which had been roughly kneading my br*ast, paused momentarily. His thumb moved in a slow, deliberate motion, rubbing over my n*pple, coaxing it to attention.

“Your n*pples are inverted. ” he remarked with a dark chuckle.

My face burned with humiliation. Before meeting Theo, I had never paid much attention to my br*asts. But Theo always said they were sexy, teasing me endlessly about them.

“And now, the more I touch, the more they swell. ” Cane added, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Cane’s words were cruelly true. Each rough press and rub of his thumb against my inverted n*pple brought a sharp, stinging sensation that quickly turned into unwanted arousal. My n*pples, once soft, were now fully er*ect under his harsh touch. Compared to Cane’s brutality, Theo had been almost gentle.

Cane twisted and tugged at my n*pple as if playing a game, pulling and teasing until a sharp sting of pleasure shot through me.

“Stop it!”

I cried out, my voice desperate, nearly breaking into a scream.

“They’re so beautiful. ” Cane murmured, completely ignoring my protest.

“I have never seen anything like this. Soft pink turning into such a deep red… Did you know they could do that, Doctor?”

His words dripped with a twisted fascination as he continued to play with my body against my will.

Cane’s voice, low and insistent, accompanied the relentless pressure of his fingers on my sensitive skin. Every time he pressed and rubbed harder, my body involuntarily reacted, my hips twitching despite my mind screaming in protest.

I was utterly confused, trapped in a conflict between fear and a rising physical response. Was it because Cane looked like Theo, or was it because his touch was too skilled? I felt a cold, unsettling sensation deep in my lower abdomen.

“Your body’s tensing up… You’re feeling it, aren’t you?” Cane’s voice was laced with a mocking curiosity.

I shook my head violently and glared at him with as much resistance as I could muster. I refused to acknowledge his words or give him the satisfaction of thinking he had any power over me.

“I’m only disgusted… Get off my body!” I spat out, my voice trembling.

But before I could even finish my sentence, Cane’s mouth latched onto one of my n*pples. His lips encased it, biting down softly but firmly. The soft flesh twisted under his teeth, the sensation sharp and excruciating.

“Ugh…!”

I couldn’t hold back the whimper of pain that escaped.

His rough tongue followed, licking greedily around the sensitive area. I could feel every harsh scrape of his tongue, twisting my nerves with discomfort. He circled the tip of his tongue around the ar*ola, teasing and playing cruelly.

“A-ah, stop…!”

“Look at how my fingers sink in. What’s your cup size?”

After greedily s*cking on my br*ast, he grinned as he squeezed my br*ast with his hand. His rough fingers sank deep into the soft flesh and the sight was sickeningly obscene. My br*ast moved with each stroke and I shuddered with shame. Cane’s crude words penetrated my mind, making me dizzy with humiliation.

“Even if the gift wrapping is nice, I never set my expectations high.”

As he spoke, he pulled his body slightly away, and I felt something hard, his hard p*nis, pressing against my thigh. My face went pale with fear.

“Just because the wrapping’s nice doesn’t mean the contents will be. But you, Doctor… you look even better unwrapped.”

His words, as disgusting as they were, hit me hard. The weight of this nightmare felt unbearable.

Cane pulled one of the wires connected to the main body of the device, which emitted a glowing blue light from the patch. Despite its disturbing purpose, the soft, glowing light looked surprisingly cute and almost pleasant.

“Where should I stick it? On these naughty n*pples? Or maybe all over these br*asts without missing a spot?”

I bit my lip hard and squeezed my eyes shut. Even though my vision was blocked, I couldn’t escape the sound of Cane’s mocking voice.

“Every time these filthy br*asts get squeezed, your p*ssy’s gonna get soaking wet, huh? You’ll drench the bed, and probably have to change the sheets several times a day…”

I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Shut your mouth. ” I snapped.

“…And why should I?” Cane responded, still calm and unbothered by my sharp response.

I struggled again, but his solid body pressing down on my legs felt like a heavy stone. Despite the clanking sound of the chain, he didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

His dark, still eyes quietly observed me. With every violent movement I made, his body shifted ever so slightly in response, but it only caused me more pain. Every muscle that collided with Cane’s unyielding form ached and throbbed. I knew I’d be suffering from severe muscle pain by tomorrow.

Realizing that struggling was useless, I spat at him in defiance.

The spit landed somewhere on his collarbone, white saliva dripping down. I had aimed for his face, but I missed. He glanced down, casually noticing the spit clinging to his sharply defined collarbone.

Cane’s indifferent gaze remained terrifying. Would he resort to violence? If Theo’s big hands struck even once, it would feel like the entire room was shaking. Theo had never been violent, never even raised his voice. He was always cold and composed, yet when it came to s*x, he was more passionate than anyone.

Though I feared the possibility of Cane’s violence, I refused to show it, narrowing my eyes in defiance.

“This so-called training is just an excuse for you to indulge your filthy desires. Stop your disgusting behavior now”.

I tried my best not to tremble. Cane simply stared at me after my cold response. I didn’t want to lose this battle of wills, so I forced myself to keep meeting his gaze directly.

“Now you get it?”

“…?”

Cane spoke slowly, his words cryptic.

“I’m asking if you’ve finally understood.”

I stayed silent, unsure of what he meant.

“I said this is a device that turns people into slaves.”

He picked up a few of the patches and lazily waved them in front of my face.

“What is a s*x slave? It’s just a ‘hole to release desire’, isn’t it? You use fancy words, Doctor. Why do you keep interpreting my words when all I’m saying is that I’m going to train you exactly the way I want you to so that you can take it well, move well, and finish well? Didn’t you know I was trash?”

The patches stuck to my br*ast with precision, leaving no room for further argument.

As soon as the patches of blue light touched my skin, it shifted to a soft pink. The surface of the device seemed designed to cling like suction cups, sealing against my skin almost instantly.

Then, the sensation began—a sharp, tingling current ran through me as if something foreign was being injected beneath my skin. It felt as though my nerves were being teased, swelling, and contracting at once.

“Aah… ugh…!”

An uncontrollable moan escaped me as the patch was placed over my n*pple.

Like a living creature, the wide sticky surface throbbed, relentlessly stimulating the flesh. It felt like thousands of tiny tongues were s*cking on my n*pple.

“If I’ve explained it so clearly, you should be able to figure out: ‘Oh, this guy’s really crazy. Why are you still clinging to hope?”

Cane watched from above as I moaned and moved his hips leisurely. The hard shaft rubbed against my thigh. Although the pressure on my legs had eased slightly, I could no longer muster the strength to resist.

“Ha. This is turning me on.”

The patch s*cking on my br*ast made my whole body sensitive, heating me. I could feel the wetness flowing between my legs, but I was too overwhelmed to fully grasp what was happening.

“Do you know what you look like now, Doctor?”

“Ah, uh…hmm, hmm…”

“Your n*pples are er*ect as can be… and you’re twitching so much, I’m about to run out of the patches”

“…Oh, that…yeah, only…”

“Your n*pples are completely swollen with excitement and your skin is pink. Your eyes are glazed over and you look like you are begging me to put my d*ck in you. F*ck. I’m f*cking good at describing you.”

Cane seemed as aroused as I was. His hips swayed subtly as he let out a string of obscenities. He kissed the inside of my raised arm and s*cked on it. My tender flesh quickly turned red. He repeated the act several times. Later my flesh became so sensitive it hurt.

My br*ast became increasingly sensitive, to the point where the pain was almost endearing. The reason became unclear.

“Ah, mmm, hmm, ahh, please…”

What is happening to my body?

A few mild orgasms shook my body. The stimulation of my br*asts was enough to make every nerve stand on end. I didn’t want to think about what was down there. Cane wasn’t kidding when he said I was soaking the bed.

My mouth opened by itself and a soft moan escaped. My brain was melting and dripping. It was hot and sticky. I gasped for pleasure, not knowing exactly what I wanted.

Cane kissed my moaning lips, pulling my sweaty face roughly against his.

It was an animistic kiss. He guided my tongue, n*bbling it with his teeth and s*cking it like a baby. Our saliva and breath mixed. I could feel my saliva dripping from my unclenched teeth. His cheeks were so tightly clenched that he couldn’t move his lips away.

The sound of slurping water assaulted my delicate ears. Cane rocked his hips back and forth, rubbing his c*ck against my thigh repeatedly, though he didn’t press his body fully against mine, perhaps aware of the patch on my br*ast.

“Ahh…”