He stepped toward her, and as he did, the restraints clinked together, forcing her hands and her ankles together and against the table. She fell forward and landed on her hands and knees, whereupon her wrist restraints immediately stuck to the floor. “But there are many ways to discipline unruly girls and train them to be good slaves, without doing anything permanent. And aren’t we lucky? That’s my specialty.”
He crouched on the floor next to her, and lifted her by the chin, smiling when she jerked her head away. He raised his hand above her collar, and it stuck to his hand, immobilizing her. “I very much enjoy teaching a girl like you to behave.”
He tapped away at his wrist controller, and the magnetic restraints on her wrists and ankles shifted in their pull, as though he were a puppeteer and could move her with the flick of his wrists.
The wrists remained glued but released from the floor, as he lifted her by the collar to her feet. The ankles released and then clanged together again.
“Now,” the man instructed. “I am Commander Golan, but to you I am ‘sir.’ Let’s begin again. I am going to walk you through the training facilities, and you are going to behave. Do you understand me, Katalana Scott?”
Lana stomped down hard on her urge to be mouthy, and remembered her plan to concede, just long enough to get a handle on where she was and how she could escape. A tour of the training facilities sounded like the right way to set her sights on her escape, and so she should appear cowed and agree.
“Yes, sir,” Lana said, but her tone was not as conciliatory as she had hoped.
Commander Golan smiled, evidently no more fooled by her agreeableness than she was. “Wonderful,” he snarled. He snapped a stick from his belt and brought it up to her collar. The magnetic resistance transferred from his hand to the stick, and after a few gentle pushes, Lana realized that she was going to be led, naked, out the door, with her hands bound together and a leash around her neck.
* * *
Unfortunately for Lana, her senses were so overwhelmed by what she saw from the moment they entered the training center until she was turned over to her ‘Caretakers’ at the end of the tour, that she never did end up scouting out her escape routes or much of anything else.
Commander Golan first took her through a series of rooms he called Grooming. Lana was overwhelmed first by the luxurious amounts of water and clean, flowery smells, the likes of which she had gone years without smelling. Out in her desert home, she was allowed only one five-minute shower every three days, and the last of any form of sweet-smelling lotion or soap had run out years ago.
The Grooming area began with a long hallway of water-filled tubs, steaming hot and sweet smelling. The pools appeared deep but were actually shallow, which she realized only because a human girl was on her hands and knees in one, in a similar position to Lana’s medical examination, but without the restraints. Two white-clad men, much softer in appearance than the Imperial Guards, were washing her a bit like one washed livestock, with copious amounts of soap and water. Lana noticed that they were taking special care of her genitals.
In an adjoining room, which the commander took her into, there were a series of tables like the one in the examination room. They were not in use, a fact which the commander, as though reading her mind, began explaining immediately. “At this hour of the day almost all of the girls are in training or taking a rest. This is the enema room, where the procedure performed earlier today will take place in the morning, in order to facilitate your anal training.”
The commander watched her as her face reddened and she looked down at her feet, even as the implications of his words took their strange hold on the southern regions of her body. The memory of her bottom being filled with warm liquid made her squirm, and she could feel her juices slipping down between her clenched thighs.
The commander led her back to the room of pools. “The cleaning is necessary in order to facilitate your anal training. You will be cleaned here and then taken to a variety of training stations. I do not have your program developed in full, but you will likely be expected to train in at least five of the skills you see here. Certainly anal, which is our first stop.”
They moved through a labyrinth of large and small rooms, and Lana’s jaw dropped open in the first and remained that way until the end.
In the anal training room, she saw a woman on all fours—and evidently, willingly—moaning strangely as a large, rounded object was pushed inside of her. Lana stared at the object, unable to believe that it fit inside of the woman’s backside. Her hole was stretched as wide as a fist, until the object popped inside of her, leaving nothing more than a jeweled end protruding from her bottom.
Forgetting herself, Lana stared. “How... how does it fit?” she whispered. She hadn’t really meant the question for the commander, but he answered anyway.
“The plug this girl is being trained with is the size of a Xethian phallus. She is being trained for pleasuring of Xethian workmen.Youwill of course be trained to the size of your purchaser, but I doubt the Xethians will be able to affordyou. Still, Female 71 has been most dedicated to her training and would be the first to tell you she quite enjoys this size of this phallus.”
Lana’s eyes were wide with disbelief, but the commander did not want to linger on Female 71, and they were walking to yet another table in an adjacent enclave, where two trainers were encouraging another female to relax, while inserting a smaller phallus-shaped object into her bottom.
The commander pushed her on, not lingering. “This one is at a different stage of her training, as you can see. Your plugs will gradually be increased in size until you can accept the size range of your bidder easily and with enthusiasm and obedience. Obedience, naturally, comes first. But I think you will find, as all our slaves do, that you will be much happier accepting your nature as a female and a breeder and enjoying the submission your nature demands.”
Lana’s skin felt hot and she flared up inside. Her mouth was open to make a nasty retort before she could control herself. “I think you have the wrong girl, buddy!”
“This is the perfect time to make you aware of the consequences of your disobedience,” the commander said smoothly.
He walked her toward a free table at a much quicker pace, and before she had time to think, her restraints were sliding her legs tight against the table, and her arms were stretching out at her sides, pulling her chest tight to the table. The collar’s pull shifted from the rod to the table, and her head was immobilized along with the rest of her, with her head turned to the right. She was bent over the table, naked, and she had a few beats to think about precisely what that meant.
The spanking began almost immediately, so the first slap landed on her skin before the question, “What the hell are you doing?” had time to leave her mouth.
The skin of her bottom that had so recently been spanked ignited under the commander’s bare hand.
He delivered five incredibly sharp spanks with the regularity of a metronome, speaking calmly as he did so.
“The first level of punishment is a sound spanking with the hand or a paddle. Most owners enjoy delivering this discipline over the knee, as do I, because it elicits the best response. I know many owners will dispense a regular spanking as a firm reminder of their slave’s role, but of course most slaves enjoy this discipline. There is no place to sit in this room, however, so we must do it like this.”
He finished spanking her and placed a hand on her hot flesh. She blinked away the tears that had welled up in her eyes, though she had not let a single yelp escape her.
The spanking had been harsh, and it had certainly hurt, but she was nowhere near crying or begging him for anything, she’d have him know.
