“Today is going to be our last day of training for a while,” Larissa says, and I can't help but feel a little disappointment. The presence of the violet eyed beauty breaks up my day, and I do feel like it makes the rest of what I have to do here easier. “I have a job to do.”

“A job?” I ask for a moment as we stretch. “Oh... you mean The Network.”

“The Network,” Larissa agrees. “What do you know of it?”

“Only what Rodrigo has told me,” I admit. “You're pretty much worldwide, or at least Europe and I think the Middle East, maybe more. The Network obviously does human trafficking, but I don't know what else. I'm guessing a lot.”

Larissa laughs, shaking her head. “The slave trade is only a small part of The Network's enterprises. There's drugs, weapons, almost all sorts of smuggling. In fact, about the only thing The Network won't transport is children. That's a line we won't cross. And then there's my specialty.”

“Which is?” I ask, almost immediately regretting it when Larissa laughs.

“Infiltration, seduction, information... and assassination,” she says after she stops. “What Jessica, did you think I got to where I am by teaching sexercise and how to hold your fork properly?”

“N... no,” I stammer, plunged once again into the darkness and horror of my new existence. If Larissa, a woman that in most other areas I like, can have this evil, manipulative side to herself, what about Rodrigo? “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Larissa says, switching up our stretch. “I like my work, and Heinrich Stolzberg is going to die with a smile on his face.”

“A smile... what do you mean?” I ask, unable to stop my mouth. It's like a horror movie, I have to find out.

“I mean that I'm going to meet Heinrich in Zürich, where after bringing myself into his confidence, we'll go out while his wife thinks that he's going to have a business meeting. After he takes me to dinner, I'm going to let him take me back to a five star hotel room, where he thinks that he's going to take charge. Just after he comes, I'm going to kill him. For my work... well, The Network is getting a nice fee for it,” Larissa says. She sees the expression on my face, then shakes her head. “I hope that one day, you'll understand. In the meantime, you've got training to do.”

After her revelation, I don't want to, but I can see by the look in her eyes that if I refuse, I'll be punished. Still, I can't push myself quite so hard as normal. I know that fear is supposed to be a motivator, but the simple fact is, my training sessions with Larissa were one of the times when I didn't feel quite so much like a slave, and more like a real woman. I can see the displeasure in Larissa's face as I slog my way through the exercises, her face clouding the longer it goes on. Finally, after forty five minutes, she throws up her hands, disgusted. “Fine. Get the fuck up! You want to waste your time, that's fine. You want to waste mine? Fuck that. Get to your fucking room!”

Her words piss me off and I turn, my lip lifting, but Larissa doesn't give me a chance to even say anything. Before I know it she's spun me around, my wrist bent at a painful angle and my hand jammed into my lower back, her other arm around my neck. “Don't you ever, and I mean ever, look at me like that again, slave. I've been kind to you, maybe more than I should have been if you're going to fuck up like this. I should break your arm to teach you a lesson. Do you want that?”

“No!” I whine, whimpering when Larissa twists my arm harder. “Please, miss! I'm sorry!”

“I know over two dozen ways to kill you right now, never forget that,” Larissa says, letting go of my arm and shoving me towards the house. “Get the fuck inside!”

Larissa marches me to my room and inside, where she watches me from the doorway. I sit down, tears rolling down my face, and she grunts. “I will inform Rodrigo about this. I don't know how he'll want to punish you, but I'll ask him not to be too strict. You learned your lesson, Jessica.”

She shuts the door and I hear the lock click, sending me into sobs. I feel abandoned, hurt, and afraid. When I calm down, I still feel a dark sadness inside me, and I sit, staring at the spot between my knees on my mattress, wondering. I'm still thinking when the door opens again, and Rodrigo comes in, squatting in front of me. “Larissa told me what happened.”

“I know. I'm sorry.”

“No, you're not,” Rodrigo says, chuckling. “I can see it in your eyes. You're hurt, you're pissed off, but you're not sorry for being that way. By the way, I told Larissa that she might have been a little hasty for twisting your arm. Still, she was correct to give you the lesson she did. Stand up, put your sandals on, let's go talk.”

I get up and follow Rodrigo reluctantly upstairs to the living room, where he points to the middle of the room. “Stand there. Okay Jessica, for the next five minutes, you can say whatever you want, I won't punish you. You have questions in your eyes and in your heart. Ask them.”

I swallow, then ask the first question on my mind. “Was she lying? Is she really a killer?”

Rodrigo shakes his head. “She wasn't lying. She's killed... well, I'm not exactly sure how many. Since she and I have become acquainted, I know at least a dozen. Before you ask, yes, I've killed too. And I won't hesitate to kill again if I have to.”

I look at him, horrified and pissed off. “So is that what my future's supposed to be? Is that why you had me training with Larissa for the past few weeks? To turn me into a whore or a killer?!?”

“No!” Rodrigo yells, getting in my face.

“No? So what, if I don't be a good little slave, you're just going to sell me off? Turn me over to The Sultan and let him turn me into a whore? Someone's little fuck puppet? Is that what all our training's been about? Is that what making me come my fucking brains out was for?”

“NO!” Rodrigo yells, grabbing my shoulders. “I did that because I wanted to, because you wanted it!”

“So what? Yeah, I want to fuck you, Rodrigo! But what if I say no? Are you going to get bored? Are you going to kill me? Or pimp me out to get your quarter million back?”

Rodrigo pushes me away slightly, his eyes blazing. “I will never whore you out, Jessica. I told you the first time we went into my training room, that's the one area in your life that will be your choice. If you never want, then you'll stay here. As my servant yes, but not as my sex slave. And I will never let The Sultan, The Composer, Larissa or anyone else take you from me! You're mine!”

The way he says that I'm his cuts my anger to ribbons, and I'm aware of his body, of the way he looks at me, and I know what I need to do. Rodrigo tilts his head when I get to my knees, his expression puzzled. “What are you doing?”

“Making my choice,” I reply, my desire filling me. “Please... Master. I need you.”

Rodrigo's eyes sparkle as he reaches down and pulls me to my feet, looking deep into my eyes. “You realize what you're saying?”

“Yes Master,” I reply, putting my arms around his neck. “I'm begging you, Master Rodrigo. I know you won't promise me safety, I know you won't promise me happiness. But... I'm begging you Master. Please fuck me.”

I get up on my tiptoes and kiss him, my Master's lips soft and supple. More than his cock, I've been dreaming of the one kiss we shared, how he felt on my mouth. His arms come up, crushing me and claiming me as his tongue demands entrance, and I give it to him. Master picks me up and carries me to the couch, his hands mauling my ass as he pulls my sweatpants off. My sandals go flying as he strips my clothes off so quickly I can feel the biting burn of my t-shirt being pulled across the skin underneath my breasts, and Master stops, smirking. “You know this changes things.”

“Yes Master,” I whimper, my pussy flooding with heat as he pulls his shirt off and undoes his pants. For the first time he undoes them, and I get to see his cock. It's perfect, thick and long, with a flared head that I want to feel slamming inside me. “Master...”

“Put your arms over your head,” Master commands, and I happily obey. He takes the scrap that is my old t-shirt and ties my hands together. He stands up, pulling the rest of his clothes off, standing before me a living, breathing god, his cock raging and angry, his eyes possessive. “Is this what you want, slave?”

“Yes Master,” I moan, spreading my legs. “This slave begs you.”

He nods, grabbing my ankles and shoving them next to my head, my pussy exposed to him. Grabbing his magnificent cock, he slides the head up and down my dripping slit, wetting himself and making me gasp. I've been a good girl, I haven't touched myself at all, Master's cockhead sends jolts of electricity through my body. My nipples are tight and my heart hammers in my chest as I look up at him, grabbing my toes with my bound hands when he puts them close enough. Master nods in approval and positions his cock at my tight entrance. “It's going to hurt.”

“I know Master. Please?”

He nods, slipping the head of his cock inside me and leaning forward, looking into my eyes, claiming me as his as I wait for the pain. Suddenly, he drives his cock into me, and the pain is there, fiery and all consuming. I'm being baptized by the pain of Master's cock claiming me, and while tears are in my eyes, they're tears of release as much as they are tears of pain.

Master doesn't pause, his cock slamming into me over and over, my pussy gripping him, doing everything I can to give to him as much as he's giving to me. The pain fades and inside, I thank Larissa for everything she's taught me over the past few weeks. The woman I was before could never have endured, never have accepted Master's purifying pain as he turns it all into unbelievable pleasure. My body is overwhelmed as Master pounds me, his eyes boring deep into mine, a smile on his face. “You like it, don't you?”

“Yes Master!” I moan. I don't know what I feel emotionally, but I know that I need this, this powerful man. I want to serve him, to be taken by his cock, to take his pain and his pleasure.

“Good,” he says, his hips speeding up as he drives into me. His breath starts to come faster, and anticipation fills me. My body trembles on the edge of coming, but Master keeps pounding me, obliterating any resistance I have. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him as I start to come, and still he doesn't stop. Mercilessly his cock slams into my aching body, and his lesson comes through. I'm not mine any more, I belong to him fully. I can come, I can moan and cry out, but Master will claim me until he is satisfied.

I smile as I understand, giving back as best I can and Master grunts, slightly surprised. His compliment drives me to give him my best, in this moment. I don't know what my non-sexual side is going to feel like afterwards, but right now, I'm going to serve my Master.

“Very good,” Master huffs, his cock speeding up. He leans in and kisses me, and this time... there's no pain at all, just pleasure as Master's lips and tongue are softer, not as angry. He's almost tender, and I feel fresh tears trickle from my eyes as I moan deeply into his mouth. Master takes it, his cock shifting slightly inside me, and he starts to swell.

Suddenly I'm on the edge again, and Master stiffens, his balls drawing up tight and I want to clutch him, to hold him deep inside me and keep him with me forever. But Master commanded me and I serve, shuddering as he explodes deep, his cock hot and throbbing as he fills me with his come. I gasp, accepting his precious gift and nursing it deep inside me, overwhelmed. “Thank you, Master.”

He nods, Rodrigo again as he pulls out, stroking my face with a single tender finger. “I promise you Jessica, you will never be forced to be a whore or a killer. If there's any killing to be done in this house, the blood will always be on my hands. You... you're better than that. You're mine.”

I swallow, letting my legs down, moved. “Yes Master. I'm sorry I doubted you.”

He shakes his head, getting up and untying my wrists, kissing the chafed skin before setting them on my stomach. “That's done. Now your new life truly begins. First thing you get to do is clean up... and then we move.”

“Move? Move where?”

Rodrigo smirks, walking away, his ass flexing and drawing my eyes before he looks back and laughs, catching my look. “Later, slave. As for where.... get dressed and you'll see.”