Lana did not respond. Anasi finished her bath, and stood up to fetch her a towel—a richly luxurious, blanket-sized material that was clean and white, and soft to the touch.
You will be treated like a queen...
...it did feel nice...
and bred like an animal...
She closed her eyes as she was toweled dry, trying desperately to summon her anger, her resolve to escape, her fury. Instead, she found her thoughts wandering to the wordsdiscipline, submission, breeding... and her inner thighs tightened as she tried to vanquish the ache of her pussy.
How could she? This wasn’t her. She would not let herself submit. She would fight against it, and escape.
The silk of the robes cascaded over her shoulders as Anasi dressed her.
She opened her eyes.
“Now where?” she asked defiantly.
She would show them.
Anasi, however, smiled his infuriating smile again, and indicated the door at the end of the bathing hall. “You trainer awaits you.”
* * *
Lana built up her resolve, shored up her plan, as she was escorted to the next room. She did it in order to distract herself from the appealing thoughts—thoughts she could only assume were the product of brainwashing—she was falling into.
She would be obedient enough to fool them, and no more. She would do what they asked her to do, but she would take her mind somewhere else. She would stay focused onnotenjoying her training, or thinking about any foolish, romanticized ideas of soldiers, breeding, or discipline. She would do only what was necessary to convince them that she was being compliant.
She would keep her head.
And then, when her chance came, she would escape.
When her trainer asked her to disrobe, she did so, and when he instructed her to climb upon the table, she did so again. She was doing fine, concentrating on her escape plan, until she felt the cool wetness of the lubricated object against her bottom hole. She stared straight ahead, determined not to allow her body to give in to the sensation of pleasure, but as she felt her bottom being stretched, filling up with the cool metal that warmed slightly, her pussy began to get wet.
From there, her thoughts snowballed; without knowing how she made the leap she was remembering the feel of the commander’s firm hand on her bottom, picturing herself turned over his knee. Imagining the soldiers she would be sold to, their cocks inside of her, fleshy and hot instead of artificial.
She snapped suddenly back to the present time and place, horrified that she was dripping wet. The trainer was making slow circles of pressure inside of her, pushing the object around in a clockwise motion, slowly probing her interior, and the ache moved like molten lava inside of her. Her pussy throbbed.
“This plug will remain inside of you at all times. Each day we will increase the size, until you can accept the phallus of your mate. Be obedient, and do not remove the plug.”
Lana, however, was thinking about how good it would feel if the plug were moved in and out, sliding inside of her, stroking her insides... she wanted to reach behind her and move it herself.
And then she realized she could, later. Later when she was alone, she could do exactly that.
Though she wanted desperately to resist, it was impossible for her to get the idea out of her mind. It was impossible to stop imagining it, how it would feel—howgoodit would feel, and how much she wanted to do it.
It did not help that she was taken next to a room she did not remember passing through on her original tour.
* * *
She had no way of knowing, of course, that the commander was observing her training, and her responses to it, with great interest, and that she had been sent on this detour precisely because her biometric readings indicated that she was increasingly stimulated by her training. Which meant that Lana Scott, Atrix 12, could be fast-tracked through her training.
Which was very good for the commander, because she had just been purchased by a Galleon prince, a humanoid cross-breed from nearby Galtor, whose fertile period of six solar months per system year began in three weeks, and who did not want to miss a single moment of his opportunities to breed with the virgin Atrix.
It would take a great deal of discipline, the commander thought, to bring Atrix 12 under control within that time period. Especially since she appeared to be playing at the game of feigning acquiescence, in order to later attempt an escape of some kind.
Discipline, he knew, was the only method of bringing her under control, and making her realize that as an Atrix, she would be most comfortable in her role of submissive female to an alpha male. But he could not discipline her if she was perfectly obedient.
That was why he would need her to break some rules. And intuition told him that with a girl like Lana Scott, there was only one way to make her break her resolve to be obedient.
