SAMANTHA
I felt shame wash over me.
The man on the screen gripped the back of the woman's head as he continued to stroke her hair. His fingers moved through the blonde strands slowly, possessively and he moved his dick inside, throating her.
She smiled, receiving it with honor and he kept bobbing her head, fucking her mouth to his satisfaction. She kept pretending that kneeling on the hard floor was exactly where she wanted to be and this made me remember the scene with Jayce in the garden that morning.
His hands on me. His mouth. His laughter. The way he treated my body like something he owned.
The sensation of being a slave to the whims and desires of men flooded back. My heart began to pound, my face turned red and hot. I was humiliated.
Is this what my life has become?
At that moment, Daisy clapped her hands together sharply. The sound echoed through the room.
"Alright," she announced. "Let us continue our lesson, girls. Follow the videos and practice. I want you to look at the dildos and imagine they are real. Imagine they belong to a prince. Imagine your future depends on it."
Mmmm
"If you were asked to suck the princes dick till he came with a gun pointed to your head. What would you do?"
No one moved.
Despite the fact that every woman in this room was desperate to win the triplets' hearts, they were quite hesitant to practice this lesson. The whole room went mum.
Not a single girl moved toward the benches.
Forty women were frozen.
Daisy's eyes narrowed.
The door opened. A man walked in. He wore a mask over the lower half of his face—black cloth, anonymous. He carried a basket. Inside the basket were dildos. Row after row of them. Same size. Same color. Brown handles. Brown balls and same number of veins.
He began to walk down the line of women, handing one to each girl.
I received mine with reluctance. Something similar to anger rose in my chest. Not the hot, explosive anger from before. Something colder. Deeper. The kind of anger that settled into bones and stayed there.
I looked around the room carefully. I checked the corners and the walls.
Are there cameras hidden anywhere?
I did not see any. But that did not mean they were not there.
I imagined this footage being published to national television. My mother watching from wherever she was. John and Amanda laughing. The entire pack seeing me on my knees with a dildo in my mouth.
The shame would be unbearable.
What would people say? I still had to maintain a clean slate for when I would leave the pack.
As everyone hesitated, Leslie snorted.
She picked up her dildo, looked at me with disdain—that same ugly look she always wore when her eyes found me. Then she dropped to her knees.
She began to practice.
Sucking. Choking. Gagging. Doing it perfectly. Her movements were practiced. Smooth. Like she had done this with thousands of cocks.
Bet she wasn't even a virgin. Bet she had been training for this moment her whole life.
The other women watched her. Some looked impressed. Some looked disgusted. Most just looked tired.
"What are you waiting for? Samantha?"
Daisy yelled my name and mywhole body flinched.
"Do you want me to call a guard in?" Daisy continued. She pointed toward the door. "Maybe he could force you to obey me? Maybe you would prefer that? A man's hands on you instead of a toothbrush?"
Hell no! Who wanted to suck a dirty guard's dick?
I looked around the room again. All the other girls had gotten on their knees. Every single one of them. They were in character now. Their faces were blank. Their eyes empty and their bodies positioned exactly like the woman on the screen.
There were benches and chairs for each girl. All lined up in neat rows. Each woman knelt before a chair, toothbrush in hand, ready to serve an invisible prince.
It looked like something from The Handmaid's Tale. Girls groomed for something. Each had to act a certain way, move a certain way, listen to orders, etc.
Leslie glanced at the woman on the TV. She studied her movements. Then she added her own tricks—a flick of the wrist here, a flutter of the eyelashes there. She was performing--howing off. Making sure Daisy noticed her.
Daisy did notice. She nodded approvingly.
My fists clenched around the toothbrush.
I did not want to do this. Every fiber of my being screamed against it. But I also did not want to give Daisy an excuse to hurt me.
Before I knew it, my knees hit the floor.
I did not remember deciding to kneel. My body simply moved. It was probably survival instinct and self-preservation. The same force that made animals play dead when predators circled.
I knelt before the empty chair and looked down at the dildo in my hand.
I looked up at the screen where the woman was still scrubbing, still smiling, still pretending.
Fuck!! I cannot do this!!!
I hesitated and looked at another girl. She was holding the dildo and she licked it hungrily. She parted her lips and sucked only the head, enveloping it's tip. Then she licked the prominent veins on it. She began to make noisy sucking and slurping sounds. She even went as far as moaning loudly.
Seeing her, other girls followed. They knelt and began to suck , swallowing and one girl even deep throated the dildo. Daisy clapped and moaning filed the air.
The memories of Jayce flashed again in my mind. This dildo...was way smaller than his cock. Jayce was a monster down there....and so was the lizard king.
I raised the dildo. I brought it to my mouth. I began to brush my own teeth first—because that was what the video showed. Clean your own mouth before you clean his.
The bristles scraped against my gums. The mint taste coated my tongue.
Daisy walked past me. Her heels clicked on the floor. She stopped beside my chair.
"Lower," she said. "Kneel lower. Arch your back. Show some enthusiasm."
I adjusted my position. My knees hurt. My back ached. My heart felt like it was cracking.
"Better," Daisy muttered. She moved on to the next girl.
I continued brushing. My own teeth. Over and over. The video looped. The woman on screen never got tired. Neither did Leslie.
I wondered how long this lesson would last. I wondered what came next. I wondered if I would survive this place with any piece of myself intact.
The toothbrush moved.
The video played.
The women knelt.
And I knelt with them.