Chapter 14:
Makenna’s POV
I was struck dumb when the training session took an unexpected turn showcasing oral techniques. My mouth dropped open in disbelief, and without thinking, I asked, “Will we be using the dildos for practice?”
Hayley’s face twisted with disgust as she looked at me. “How do you expect the princes to want you if they don’t feel comfortable around you?”
As she spoke, her gaze fell on my outfit, and her revulsion deepened. “Hold on a second! What are you wearing today? It’s hideous! Absolutely dreadful! You need to dress more provocatively next time. What if a prince walks into the training room? We have to maintain both beauty and elegance for their sake.”
Hayley’s scorn drew the attention of the other sex slaves, who looked at me with sneers and derision. They stifled their laughter behind their hands, mocking me. I nearly rolled my eyes in response but managed to keep my displeasure hidden from my face.
I had no intention of bowing to those princes or begging them for their favor. Maybe the other sex slaves were desperate to bear an heir, but not me. I was only concerned with escaping this place and reclaiming my own life.
However, I kept my thoughts to myself, maintaining a stubborn silence. Hayley gave a derisive snort and turned back to the platform.
In the next breath, she started a video clip. On the enormous screen, a naked man and woman appeared. The woman knelt, her head bowed, as she took the man’s aroused member into her mouth, her technique a mix of skillful motion and delicate licking.
The room filled with the sounds of arousal, and everyone in the training room watched the explicit scene, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Some women wanted to lower their heads, but Hayley’s stern command held them in place. We were compelled to stare at the screen without blinking.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me. The man’s hands gripped the back of the woman’s head as he thrust into her mouth, a scene that unnervingly echoed what had happened in the garden that night. The sensation of being engulfed by male desire and the suffocating heat came flooding back. My heart pounded, and my face turned a deeper shade of crimson.
At that moment, Hayley clapped her hands and announced, “Alright, girls. Let’s get moving. Follow the video and practice. Use the dildos on the desk. Imagine they’re the princes.”
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Despite their desire to win the princes’ favor, the other women hesitated to dive into such explicit training. A collective reluctance hung in the air.
I picked up one of the dildos, which was crafted to resemble a man’s member. Reluctance churned in my chest. As everyone hesitated, Latonia snorted, casting a disdainful glance at us, and began practicing with a dildo with effortless ease.
She swiftly got the hang of it, imitating the woman on the screen with remarkable skill. She knelt on the floor, holding the dildo as she licked it, her lips parting slightly to envelop its tip. Her fingers traced the prominent veins, and gradually, she took the entire dildo into her mouth, making sucking sounds as though savoring it.
Seeing her, the other sex slaves gritted their teeth and followed suit. They knelt and began swallowing the dildos, their movements creating a chorus of slurping sounds that filled the small training room. However, I remained hesitant.
Hayley’s piercing gaze bored into me. I shut my eyes, understanding there was no escaping this. With a heavy heart, I knelt, grasped the dildo, and placed it between my lips.
The memories of servicing Bryan flashed through my mind. Truth be told, even though the dildo was sizable, it paled in comparison to Bryan’s member. I forced those memories aside. Closing my eyes, I tried to convince myself it was just an object.
Mechanically, I let the dildo slide back and forth in my mouth.
