A/N Welcome back to my comedic fairytale of smutty magic! I'd like to thank everyone who voted for me in the KC Awards. I won for Best Smut Author! I'm so glad you guys like what I've come up with and hope you continue to do so. I do tend to get quite a bit of haters screaming at me that I'm perpetuating abuse. Thank you to those of you who don't feel that way. Please let me know in a review if you like it. This one is more out there than some of the others, so I worry about scaring people off. Help me out and tell me what you love/hate/want to see/never want to see again, etc. Enjoy!


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Chapter Three – Un Jeu d'Endurance

The last thing Klaus had told Caroline before sending her off for the day was that she wouldn't be wearing anything for a very long time. At first she thought he was kidding, but then he casually tossed her dress in the fireplace and smirked at her horrified expression. She'd been mortified when he'd put her out completely naked before she'd been able to formulate a response, let alone a coherent argument. With her body hair fully removed, she'd never felt so bare in her undead life. The only item of clothing permitted to Mikaelson pleasure slaves was a simple black leather collar denoting the end of their training with a single ring. slaves in training wore collars with three rings to indicate more training was needed. Caroline didn't have one yet as she hadn't officially been hired, so she was even more naked than everyone else.

Of course, that hadn't included the butt plug tightly secured in her ass. After sleeping with it in place, she actually had wanted to try a medium, but he hadn't offered, and she hadn't asked. He'd also told her she was not to return to her room until he sent her there that evening. If he sent her there. He'd explained that he wanted her to start spending time with the other slaves and to have a long look around the massive pleasure house. What he'd omitted was that he no longer had any intention of allowing her to service anyone not named Klaus Mikaelson. No, he had far bigger plans for her than to be a faceless set of holes for any customer to purchase for an hour. He had another job in store for her, one which only began with full slave training.

Every step the blonde vampire took made her more and more aware of her anus. By the time she'd reached the lobby, using the stairs as instructed, her pussy was absolutely aching with the need for a Klaus-induced orgasm. He had, of course, forbidden any type of orgasm... unless she had a burning desire for her first same-sex experience. He'd left word with his little brother Kol's personal pleasure slave, Davina, that she was to be Caroline's guide. Kol, in his typical meddling fashion, had suggested the new recruit be allowed relief at the talented tongue of his pansexual slave, and wasn't that so generous of him? The challenge in his little brother's voice was more than Klaus could ignore. He'd not only agreed, but had had practically dared Caroline to let go of her inhibitions and spread her legs wide for the raven-haired beauty. Something about the mischievous gleam in his eye had her questioning whether or not she should, but he'd been very insistent she'd need it.

The vampire hadn't been convinced when she left her new Master, but after walking around plugged and naked for six hours, she was strongly reconsidering her orientation. "You ok?" the young heretic asked with an amused grin as they soaked in a giant hot tub with some other naked women.

Katherine, her acquaintance from back home, was one of them, although she was clad in a barely-there bikini. Dominas wore some clothing to indicate their status, but very little. "She needs to come, Dee," the sassy brunette laughed over her shoulder. She was kneeling in the water with the legs of a gorgeous black witch with hazel almond eyes draped over her bare shoulders. "She's new. Doesn't have control like my little Bon Bon here," she added playfully as she slowly worked a massive dildo in and out of her trainee. The slave was lying flat on her back with a waterproof pillow beneath her arms crossed under her long, wavy black hair. A relaxed smile floated across her raspberry lips as the Domina played with her pussy. She looked almost meditative as she was easily filled to the hilt with deep blue silicone as wide as Kat's wrist.

The workers were expected to work a minimum of forty hours, usually in one-hour sessions. New trainees had to be slowly conditioned to endure that much sexual activity. There was no time limit on training to avoid overdoing it and losing interest. Men and women everywhere were taking turns conditioning each other for various activities. Some were practicing penetration while some were being spanked and others still were mastering slave positions and commands. Somewhere upstairs, the blonde briefly remembered a room full of machines doing the penetration with dildo attachments in various sized, but this seemed far more intimate and social.

Davina smiled at Caroline's pitiful whimper as the blonde looked around the room. "Endurance is the name of the game," she teased with a wink as she sipped her sparkling pink sodapop from a martini glass. It was a sentiment their newest arrival had heard a hundred times as she'd been shown around... and shown off. She'd lost count of the number of people who'd eyed the most private parts of her and nodded approvingly at Klaus' latest acquisition. Apparently, it had been quite a long time since the hybrid had shown an interest in any one slave. As she'd been instructed to honor requests (under Davina's very close supervision), she'd been asked to spread her legs, open her mouth, bend over, spread her cheeks, lift her breasts, show her clit, pinch her nipples and grilled about every sexual taboo under the sun all day long. Thankfully, no one had attempted to touch her, although pretty much all of them looked close enough that she could feel their breath on her naked flesh.

Caroline had never felt more sexually empowered in her life.

Every person there seemed happy and content to revel in their hedonism. Throughout the day, she'd seen more sex acts than she'd known existed. Every worker was assigned to their own suite and offered their own menu of services available. When they weren't with a customer, they lounged around entertaining themselves in various erotic ways. They were permitted to stay in their own spaces, but there was a camaraderie among them that made it more intriguing to be seen than to isolate and wait on the next job. As long as they spent forty hours a week in session, schedules didn't seem to matter.

There were plenty of things to do and see in the giant hotel. There was an entire floor for gambling filled with poker tables, blackjack, roulette, craps and rows of slot machines. Naked slaves walked around taking drink orders, serving food, cleaning, cooking and everything else that was needed. Many of the customers were naked, too. Clothing was optional for anyone in the famed "L'attrait des Ténèbres," although it was required of the slaves.

Other floors were dedicated to things like BDSM, exotic dancing, drugs and alcohol, group sex and plenty of other things. It was a never-ending party and Caroline could see why some creatures stayed for centuries. "Alright, witchy, roll over," Kat ordered, slapping the ass of her slave as she flipped to her knees. She closed her eyes once more as she rested her head on the pillow, legs spread far apart. The blonde groaned when she watched the thick silicone lubricant swirl over the tip of the dildo. The Domina quickly removed Bonnie's plug, size extra-large, and replaced it easily with the giant cock.

Davina smiled at the way Caroline rubbed her thighs together, obviously desperate for relief. "I really don't mind helping you out," she laughed. The blonde blushed crimson when she realized she'd been caught staring at the way the silicone moved effortlessly in and out of the slave in training. She'd never done that before, but suddenly the idea seemed intriguing… but not with Kat, and preferably not with a toy. Her mind was on someone else and parts no silicone could replicate.

"I think she's been holding out for me," came the sexy British accent of the owner himself.

"Master," the blonde signed in relief when she saw those charming dimples approaching her flushed face. He smiled down at her and she kicked herself for how obvious her thoughts had been.

"Hello, love," he greeted her before parting her lips with his tongue and reaching down to play with her nipples. "Good girl," he praised when she remained motionless as he pinched and pulled progressively harder. "You really managed to go all day?" She and Davina both nodded their heads in confirmation. "I'm impressed. You must be ready to explode," he teased, eyes flashing.

"Yes, Master," she agreed breathily as she vehemently nodded her head up and down. "You wanted me to practice patience."

Klaus smiled gently as a warmth spread across his chest. She was so eager to please. So perfect. So his. After kissing her far longer than he'd intended, and long enough to draw the attention of their spectators, he smirked and walked over to a bin containing a pile of waterproof pillows. "Well, let's see what we can do about that, shall we?" He lay the pillow down and snapped him fingers at his slave. She tentatively climbed out of the giant hot tub and lay down at his feet, unsure what he was going to have her do in front of all these people.

The room was filled with hot tubs and the largest swimming pool she'd ever seen. It was one thing to be naked. It was another to perform sexually... and as hot as Davina was, she hated the idea of him standing by as she did things with someone else. "Knees up," he barked at her reluctance, his face stern. "Higher. Legs spread. Feet flat. Perfect." He squatted down and kissed her forehead. Unfortunately, her joy at the compliment was short lived as something dark briefly flickered across her face before she quickly forced her smile back in place. Klaus wasn't fooled. "Don't worry, love," he added with a chuckle as he whispered in her ear, "if you truly managed to go a day in this place without coming because you were holding out for me, it's probably best if we work out an arrangement between the two of us, hmm?"

Caroline's shoulders slumped in relief. "If it pleases you, Master," she agreed diplomatically. At his raised brow, she added shyly, "I would like to just serve you very much, please."

"Good girl," he praised, earning him a genuinely bright smile… and that's when it hit her. The entire thing had been a setup. He'd been testing her to see if she really wanted to service his customers. A knowing smile passed between them and he wiggled his eyebrows to confirm her suspicions, a sly smirk curling his upper lip. It should have pissed her off, but it didn't. She'd been thinking the same thing but hadn't known how to express it without disappointing him. He knew that, of course, and would have to work on her communication skills. That could come later. Right now, her loyalty had earned her a reward.

"Spread your legs wider for me, sweetheart. Let the girls see my pretty pussy. Good. You look lovely." She had no idea what he was up to, but as long as it involved an immediate orgasm from him, she was on board. Although, she would much rather have been taken back to his penthouse than have all these people staring at her. Still, something deep inside of her longed to earn his praise and see the pride he'd shown her last night, and she definitely only ever wanted to earn it from him. She gulped again and let her eyes roll shut as he pulled her arms above her head and quickly bound them with a silk handkerchief from his back pocket.

Klaus glided his hand slowly down her torso. He pinched and pulled each of her nipples, occasionally leaning down to harshly bite one before laving the pain away with his talented tongue. He let his hand move lower and traced her bald labia with the tips of his fingers and commanded silkily, "Open your eyes, my patient little slut. We have an audience." He ghosted his finger over her clit when she immediately followed his order, but the worrying of her lower lip wasn't lost on his keen eye. "If you are to be mine, you'll need to get over this shyness. I intend to show you off as often as possible. I won't be able to enjoy it if you aren't comfortable always being seen in the nude. Can you work on that for your Master?" he asked, amused. She nodded her head, earning her a smile. Suddenly, she felt a heavy fullness as he pushed a large rubber plug deep inside her pussy and left it there. Whatever it was, it molded to fit her perfectly, as if by magic, and expanded slowly until it filled her completely and then some.

She was so fixed on the sensation of such a wide stretch that she didn't notice him pull a tiny bullet vibrator out of his back pocket. She cried out when he pressed it down on her clit unexpectedly. She'd had plenty of gadgets over the decades, but nothing so strong. It had to have been enchanted or something. Her arms involuntarily lifted and he slammed his boot down on the end of the silk and clicked his tongue chidingly. "You will stay still and take what I give you," he said firmly as his irises flashed hybrid gold. Her pussy clenched at the dominance in his tone as she instinctively gave herself over to him completely. "Good girl. You may come this first time as soon as you're ready."

Ummm... what? First time?

The Original's smile was evil as he took in her look of sheer panic. "Endurance is the name of the game," Davina quipped from the edge of the hot tub where she lay with her chin atop her folded arms. Caroline looked down and was horrified to see the petite brunette's head between her feet, her face mere inches from the blonde's throbbing pussy. She sucked in a deep breath when the plug seemed to stretch further as she became more and more aroused. Definitely magic and definitely a bit more than she would have wanted had she a say in the matter.

Klaus soothed her apprehension with a sweet kiss to her temple as he whispered words of encouragement in her ear. It was too much. It was all too much. His quiet praise. The gentle way he teased her nipples before occasionally inflicting sharp pain with his teeth and nails. The plugs filling her holes so fully. The way her skin burned with humiliation at being watched so closely. She could almost feel Davina's breath hot against her pussy as vibrations hummed against her clit. Part of her was mortified and wanted nothing more than to close her legs and run. Another part of her was thrilled to have an audience watching Klaus pleasure her for being his good little slut. So dirty. She'd never been called such a filthy name in her life. If anyone but the Original had said it, she'd have slapped him. When he said it, his tone was so full of endearment that it made her heart melt and nipples tingle. She wanted to be a good slut for him. Just for him. She reveled in the way the entire room focused solely on the attention he gave only her. She was his chosen one. It was all so wrong and yet it felt so good.

Something inside of Caroline snapped and she let her legs fall open, the side of her knees grazing the floor. She didn't care anymore if it was wrong when it was all so right. Klaus chuckled as he watched her transform into his perfect little toy. She wanted to be his, wanted to please him, wanted to make him proud.

Wanted to have a fucking orgasm.

"Come for me, princess," he growled in her ear before sharply biting her neck with his human teeth. He swirled the bullet around and around her clit and she was gone. She cried out his title as her walls convulsed, an explosive orgasm tearing her apart. The force of her pussy spasming should have pushed the plug out of her, but Davina had that covered. With a wink at her boss, she muttered an incantation to hold in it place until he removed it himself. Caroline, of course, had no idea. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her as everybody watched her submit to her Master. Their approving nods and the way Klaus beamed at her were lost as she flew into the sky, the blood rushing in her veins blinding and deafening as all she felt was her body being torn to shreds.

Caroline felt like the pleasure would never end, but eventually her senses returned to her. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Klaus had no intention of it ending so soon. He knew he'd have to comfort her later when the inevitable shame came spiraling down on her, but for the moment, she was content and happy to let him use her as he saw fit. She doubted she'd ever be able to describe why, but she wanted him to use her. Wanted to be his toy. His favorite toy. As soon as he was finished playing with her, he'd flash her back upstairs and help her through the comedown.

Right now, he wanted her to come again… eventually. Endurance meant many things in L'attrait des Ténèbres. He circled her clit with his index finger and relished the pitiful moan that escaped her throat. "You are my personal little whore now, Caroline," he reminded her with dimples, "so I may use you as I please. However, since you've been such a good girl, I'll give you a choice. You may either lay here and come again, or we can play a little game. Which would you prefer, love?"

The overstimulated vampire groaned when he tapped on the base of the plug and vibrations shot to the depths of her core. She forced her eyes open and gazed up at him. The faux innocence on his handsome face was a warning that he was not to be trusted, but the idea of coming again so soon sounded impossible. "The game please, Master," she whimpered when he swirled her butt plug around in her anus to remind her that he now controlled that part of her, too.

"Excellent choice," he praised, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Now that you've had a little pleasure, I'm going to give you a little pain to go with it," he explained, gesturing at a trunk in a corner about twenty feet away. "You will go select a toy and bring it back to me."

"Yes, Master." She immediately rolled over to her hands and knees and began to push herself up, but his boot on the scarf still binding her wrists stopped her. Looking up at him, she said uncertainly, "Uh, I kind of need you to give back my arms."

Klaus frowned at her sternly and didn't move his foot. She gulped when she realized that was a test she had failed. "You will get what I choose to give you, sweetheart. You'll soon learn that I'm an especially strict Master, much more so than any of my siblings. You will do things my way without the commentary. Now, go over there and do as you're told or you will be punished in front of all of these people," he commanded as he shared a brief glance with his brother's slave, who muttered an incantation under her breath.

Caroline couldn't help but whimper as her pussy clenched around the heavy rubber plug at the dominance in his gravely tone. She nodded her head and he released the scarf but didn't untie it. She tried to push herself up but was unsuccessful. Behind her, Davina had to stifle her giggle. She knew this game. They all did. The young recruit was new, but she'd have to learn sometime. The blonde tried to pull at it, but even with her vampiric strength, she couldn't lift her wrists from the granite floor. She looked up at him shyly. "I can't get up, Master."

The hybrid chuckled at her as he stood and crossed his arms over his chest with a triumphant smirk. "Imagine that," he replied dryly with just a hint of amusement. "Well, I suppose you'll have to crawl, then." Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, but he cut her off before she could complain. "Next time, I suggest not questioning me in public." After a beat, he added, "Or, at all. Now, go be a good slave and fetch me something to beat you with."

Caroline felt her face burning from the tips of her ears and down. The only sensation secondary to her complete humiliation was insatiable arousal. She cautiously peered around the room and realized everyone had paused their own games to watch how their infamous leader trained a slave. All eyes were on her as she slowly made her way across the room, wrists never able to leave the floor. Every movement was sweet torture as the plugs jostled around inside both her pussy and ass. After a few feet, she'd definitely confirmed they had to have been secured by magic. "Part your knees a bit more. I can't see my pussy well enough. There you go. Good girl," he called loudly when she was about halfway there.

The blonde groaned at how much harder that made it, but she didn't question him. The eyes on her only amplified her mortification as she crawled along. Several people crouched down to get a better look at her most intimate parts. She found it oddly thrilling and it made her nipples tingle as they scraped against the cold granite. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when she reached the trunk. A few people ever clapped for her. She closed her eyes as overwhelming embarrassment warred with an intense desire to complete her mission. She peeked over her shoulder at her Master to silently ask if she could use her hands. His stern expression told her not to question him again. Gulping, she turned back to the latch and awkwardly tried to open it using only her mouth. It took several minutes, especially since he kept playfully growling at her to spread her legs, but eventually she managed to pry the lid up. She had barely enough leverage with the scarf magically glued to the floor to peer inside at a wide variety of painful pleasures.

"Don't keep your Master waiting, princesse," Klaus barked when she took just a little too long to decide. There were so many of them, but they weren't all within her reach and some were simply more than she could practically carry in her teeth. She settled on a black suede riding crop with a thick tongue because it looked like the easiest to transport. She tried and failed a few times to pick it up before finally managing to get it out of the trunk. She carefully turned back around and her eyes fell on at least a dozen more spectators that must have entered when she'd had her back turned. "As you can see, word has spread that you're being such a good little slut. Let's not disappoint the crowds." He snapped his fingers and pointed at his feet before crossing his arms back over his muscular chest.

By the time she'd managed to crawl the twenty feet back to her Master, the number of onlookers had doubled, maybe tripled. At least a dozen naked slaves were down on all fours to serve as footstools for their Masters and Mistresses. All eyes were on her as she presented Klaus with the crop. He crouched down at petted her head, kissing her lightly on the cheek. "Good girl. I'm very pleased. You're doing wonderfully," he praised as he cupped her face. She hummed happily and nuzzled into his hand. He indulged her for long moments as he made their audience wait for the show to continue. She was in his world now where he was the one everyone feared. Their little show wasn't solely for his entertainment, but to show her how much prestige came along with being his personal princess. She was now the envy of his establishment.

The stern glare he cast around the room made it clear: Caroline Forbes now belonged to Klaus Mikaelson. Forget that and face the wrath of the king.

The Original kissed her once on the top of the head before sliding a pillow beneath her soaking blonde curls. She nestled her bound wrists beneath her body as he tilted her hips to lift her ass high in the air, parting her knees enough to give him a clear view of her accessories. Excited murmurs sprang from the crowd as the apex predator stood and circled his pray. Her skin burned with the sheer humiliation of her predicament, but when he first connected the tip of the crop to her cheek, she pushed it out of her mind. He grazed the soft leather between her cheeks and dipped down to tease her lips as they stretched around the magical plug. Suddenly, the thick rubber felt warm and deep vibrations began to emit from the center. The sensation was low, hardly even noticeable, but it was enough to make her pussy clench and eyes roll shut.

"Well," Klaus said with a long-suffering sigh, "I supposed if you don't want to see your fans, there's no reason for you to have the option at all." Her eyes popped open just in time to see him pull a blindfold out of his back pocket. It was comprised of two circles of fine leather and a strap with a white gold buckle. He secured it tightly and the world went black. It should have scared the hell out of her to be so intensely at his mercy, but she felt her entire body relax as she fell deeper into submission. Her shoulders slumped and she nestled the side of her face comfortably into the pillow.

Caroline yelped when he hit her again. Last night, he'd started slow and steady and gradually worked up to harder sensations. This time, he was slowly dragging the tongue across her flesh and occasionally smacking her once hard before smoothing out the area with the soft leather. He took turns between sharp smacks and rubbing her clit with the leather tongue, always stopping just before she came. He would send her to subspace, but not just yet. He wanted her to be very aware of the eyes on her. Wanted her to get used to being seen. Wanted her to get used to being used. He smiled at the way the bright red welts appeared on her skin before rapidly fading as she panted with the effort it took to restrain herself from letting go. She lost count of how many times he surprised her with swift hits, but he was carefully eyeing the clock. He and his family had been training slaves for so long that they'd perfected it down to a science. After exactly thirty minutes, he tossed the crop aside and crouched down to kiss her cheek.

"Good girl," he whispered in her ear as he stroked her spine with the tips of his nails.

"Thank you, Master," she barely managed to say, her voice breathy and barely audible.

"Shhh," he soothed, caressing her pink cheeks with his palm. Even vampires eventually marked, though not for as long as he'd have liked. Almost all of the slaves had a rosy hue to their cheeks, but bruises never lasted more than an hour at most without a little help from the witches. "You don't have to talk right now, love. You've been such a good little slut for me. I'm so proud. You deserve a reward." She perked up a bit at that, making him chuckle. She was adorable. Perhaps she wouldn't fall victim to the shame spiral so frequent among new slaves. He'd still whisk her away and back to his penthouse once they were finished, but not before pushing her a bit further.

The hybrid cocked his head at Davina. Originally a Claire siphoner witch indebted to the Mikaelsons through her lineage, she'd proved herself useful enough for Klaus to turn her at the behest of his brother. She had been with Kol for over a century now and was one of the family. Words weren't always necessary. The raven-haired heretic waved her hand as she muttered an incantation. He caught a small dildo and bottle of lubricant mid-air and nodded his thanks. She wiggled her eyebrows at him and resumed her position at the edge of the hot tub.

Caroline gasped when she felt her Master twist and turn the plug in her ass before carefully removing it with a pop. A loud moan emitted from the back of her throat when he lightly touched her clit with the bullet vibrator. The plug buried in her pussy seemed to speed up as well. She felt herself rapidly approaching the edge and groaned when he pulled away with a chuckle. "And here I thought your patience had improved," he teased, slapping her hard on the ass. Her hands started to clench and she had to force herself not to dig her nails into the pillow lest she accidentally pop it and get punished.

"This will be something new for you, but I promise it won't hurt," he said mysteriously as he continued to run his palms from the base of her neck to the cleft of her ass. He took his time, enjoying the way she fought to keep herself from rubbing her thighs together. He repositioned himself on his knees beside her and coated the narrow five-inch purple silicone dildo in heavy amounts of silky silicone lubricant. She jumped when she felt the tip of it circle the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.

"Stay still," he barked firmly, instantly filling her with remorse. Sensing her unease, he kissed her temple and praised, "Good girl. Don't worry, love. I don't expect you to be perfect. I'll correct you as we go. However, now that you've been warned, you should know that if you jump like that again, I'll be forced to help you stay in place," he said with a mischievous edge to his husky accent that had her wondering just what would happen if she disobeyed. She made a mental note to ask him about it later but was smart enough not to find out with an audience.

Caroline gulped when she felt the tip once again touch her most sensitive part and forced herself not to move. He hummed his approval and rested his warm palm on the small of her back. He slowly and carefully pushed the silicone into her anus, making her groan at the new sensation. He kissed her shoulder and paused to let her adjust to the small size. It wasn't more than an inch thick, but it was still wider than the plug. He smirked when he saw her shoulders relax. She was getting a little too comfortable and he couldn't have that.

"It's her first time taking it up the ass," he announced to the room, laughing to himself when her face started to glow bright red. She'd clearly forgotten they weren't alone. She turned her face to pillow and tried to bury her head but a sharp tug at her curls clearly warned her not to try that again. "Now, sweetheart, just because you can't see their faces doesn't mean they don't want to see yours. Be a good little slut and don't move. Can you do that for me?" She timidly nodded her head, cheeks flushed, and he rewarded her with a sweet kiss on the temple. That seemed to settle her a little bit and he felt her relax against the dildo as he pushed it in another inch. The room watched in fascination as the dreaded Klaus Mikaelson took a turn pleasing someone else for a change. He wasn't known for being an overly considerate partner, although it was rare anyone had a problem coming themselves. It was simply that he didn't care if they did or didn't.

With Caroline, he cared.

The young blonde moaned when he finally pressed the entire length deep inside her virgin ass. She hadn't known exactly what to expect, but she'd never imagined it would feel that good. The plug magically secured in her pussy widened and doubled its vibrations, making her moan and clench her fingers and curl her toes. He took that as his cue to slowly increase his speed. The toy glided effortlessly in and out of her anus as she held still and took what he chose to give. She was a fast learner. Hopefully this would help move her past her shyness, but part of him also hoped it didn't. He had plenty of backup plans if not that had him more excited than he cared to admit in front of a crowd.

"Do you like how that feels, love?" Klaus cooed in her ear as he worked the toy in and out of her ass. She whimpered and nodded her head, her body beginning to shake. "Do you want to come for me?" Nod. "Even with all these people watching me fuck you in your tight little ass?" She gulped and nodded a bit more slowly, earning her another soft kiss to the cheek. "That's right. You want them to see that it is you I've chosen to train as my own. You want them to watch your pussy clench around that plug. To know that your pussy is now mine. I hope you enjoy having it fill you because it won't come out until I remove it myself, which won't be anytime soon," he said with a dark chuckle at her strangled moan as she pressed her lips shut to keep from whining. "Endurance, ma petite princesse," he reminded her. When she didn't open her mouth, he touched the bullet to her dripping clit. She jumped at the surprise, but he held her in place with his strong, muscular arm. He'd been anticipating it and decided in advance to let it go. "Spread your legs wider so they can see what I'm doing to you. Good. Don't move." Her knees shook with need as he pushed her higher and higher, his speed increasing as he furiously pumped the dildo in and out while he swirled the toy around her clit. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come for your Master. Show them what happens when good little slaves do as they're told."

It was the best order she'd heard all day.

Caroline's screams echoed around the bathhouse as she came harder than she ever had in her life. She didn't care anymore how many people were watching when it felt so good being the only object of Klaus' affection. He held her hips still as he fucked her harder and harder to prolong her orgasm. When she started to come down, he dropped the bullet and his pace in her ass slowed, but he didn't stop his thrusting. He smiled wickedly at her strangled cries from behind her closed lips as she ground her teeth together, silently begging him to stop.

"Have you not been paying attention?" he asked, barely able to keep the mirth from his tone. "Endurance is the name of the game. You will come as many times as I want you to come and you will do it in front of however many people I choose. That could be just the two of us," he said as he nibbled on her neck. "Or, perhaps I'll put you on stage and fuck you in front of a stadium." She whimpered at that, so he added, "No? Don't like the idea of me taking you up the ass in front of thousands?" She stilled her head and wisely didn't answer. "If you'd prefer, I can have you go up solo and fuck yourself if having me there is going to be a problem." His tone was teasing, but she wasn't entirely sure he was kidding. She had a feeling if she challenged him, he'd have it arranged by the end of the day. Of course, she could always say no… but would she? She doubted it.

"No, you're a good girl. You'll do as I say, won't you?" It hadn't really been a question, but she nodded all the same. He kissed her forehead before suddenly attacking her clit with the bullet full force. He pumped the dildo in and out of her harder than ever as the plug pulsed inside of her. All the stimulation had her head spinning and she barely held on long enough for him to say, "Come again, love," before she screamed out her release. Her body spasmed and shook and she curled herself into a little ball as he continued his movements until she could barely breath. One orgasm rolled into another and she was lost in pleasure, tears streaming down her cheeks when he ordered her to come one last time. It wasn't until the audience stopped cheering that he finally slowed down and eventually stopped the vibrations in both the plug and the bullet.

Klaus swirled the inanimate toy around her clit a few more times, making her pussy twitch. He carefully pulled out the dildo and immediately replaced it with a medium sized butt plug. He nodded at Davina to release the spell on the handkerchief so he could pull her quivering body into his strong arms. She wrapped herself around him, straddling his lap as the crowds dispersed. He kissed her neck gently and whispered praises into her ear over and over as he stroked her back with his palms. A dozen or so people passed by and nodded their approval as she clung to him behind the blindfold. Once most of them were gone, he unbuckled it before pulling it off. She blinked several times before managing to open her bloodshot eyes. He smiled warmly at her and pecked her on the lips. "Alright?" he asked seriously, carefully gauging her reaction.

"Yes, Master," Caroline replied, worrying her lower lip. The young blonde looked around the public bathhouse and cringed. She was naked straddling the lap of her new Master with her pussy spread wide around a magical plug that couldn't be removed and a butt plug that felt larger than before, although she wasn't entirely sure. She could feel juices dripping down the inside of her thighs and her ass was sore from both the beating and the fucking. As a vampire, she hadn't been sore in decades. It was amazing, but also horrifying. She hadn't even known places like this existed, and if she had, she would have sworn on her afterlife that she'd never be a part of one. It was all too much to process with so many people nearby, especially when they unashamedly looked her over, sometimes bending down to get a closer look at her plugs.

Klaus could see the panic in her sapphire eyes and internally groaned as he flashed them back to his penthouse. He lay down with her and cooed how proud he was of how good she'd been for him. With too many emotions racing around her foggy brain, Caroline just cuddled into his chest before quickly falling into a deep sleep. Looking up at the ceiling, the hybrid sighed. He'd been hoping she'd gotten over her embarrassment, but apparently that hadn't happened.

Oh well. At least he knew what her next lesson would be.


A/N Whew! That was intense. I hope you liked it. This one is a lot heavier than some of my other ones. Please let me know what you thought. The more positive feedback I get, the less I worry that I've scared you all away. Please tell me if I should keep this going or get back to my other less intense projects.