“How does it make you feel, Atrix 12, when I tell you that because you are a very, very poorly behaved young woman, you will need to bedisciplined?”
As he spoke, he stepped nearer to her, and she dared not look at what was in his hand. Her chest constricted, but she could tell that what gripped her was not so much fear as something else, a fluttering, exciting, perhaps even thrilling sensation that coursed through her blood.
She refused to answer him for a moment. The thought bubbled up in her mind: he could make her submit in almost any physical way, but he was not going to get a real answer from her about how she felt. She thought about lying to him, making something up. Then she thought that her silence would be perceived as defiance, and she didn’t want that, because she still had sights on escaping this place—wherever it was.
The truth? She didn’t want to admit it to herself. How did it make her feel? Delicious, in a way.
But she wouldn’t tell himthat.
She’d cooperate.
Her way.
“I... I...” she stuttered theatrically. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a bad girl. I don’t want to be disciplined.”
The trainer’s lips turned up in a smile as he walked around her, to stand behind her. The air between them sizzled with tension, and he let her stand there, wondering what would happen, before reaching around her body to push upward on the cuffs binding her wrists. The cuffs levitated slowly, and took her arms with them, until she was on her tiptoes. The magnetic cuffs stopped there, as if they were suspended by something. Lana suspected it was a magnetic force that held her there.
She dropped her heels, and her body sagged, pressure building on her wrists. But she was able to take most of the weight off by standing on her heels.
The condition of her wrists and the cuffs became of very little importance quite suddenly, however, as the commander’s hand was slipping between her buttocks, and his hot fingers were making circles around her hole. Her eyes went wide with alarm, but she had learned not tosayanything.
Nervous flutters twisted in her stomach as a silence ensued, during which time the commander played with the tender eyelet of her bottom, and then slipped a large, cold sphere between her ass cheeks, pressed against the small hole. The cold sensation sent a ripple of pleasure through her, even as she processed the situation inside her mind.
This was a punishment.
The sphere against her bottom was going to be inside of her, cold and hard.
And then what?
But it all became clear without the commander ever explaining it. He pushed the cold sphere harder against her ass, and the same sharp pain that had accompanied her first anal treatments made her tip her head back and gasp. The sharpness faded quickly, however, and the cold, hard metal of the sphere filled her and stretched her.
She tipped her head forward again and kept her eyes closed.Not bad, she thought. The ball felt—
There was a tug, and suddenly the ball was being pulled up, a long metal shape against her spine, the fullness of the ball pushing downward on her hole too much pressure to bear. The sharp pain returned, and she rose up on her tiptoes to stop it.
The cold relief of the ball sinking deeper into her ass again returned.
And that was when, as the commander strolled around her, smiling, she realized the predicament she was in.
She would have to stand on her tiptoes, with her arms above her, or she would sink.
And if she sank, the pressure of the ball would stretch her bottom open to the widest point, and the sharp ache would return, while the cool relief disappeared.
Her ankles and arms began to burn.
Her heart thumped faster.
“You can’t... you can’t leave me like this!” she gasped.
And this was the most genuine thing she had said so far, but the commander, obviously on to her tricks, only smiled and left the room.
After he left, the full predicament she was in became visible to Lana at once: without knowing when the commander would return, the weight of her body seemed to triple, and her calves began to strain, almost as if she had been standing there for hours longer than she actually had. She closed her eyes and tried to keep herself from panicking.
After all, what was the worst that could happen?
She took a calming breath, and let her heels sink slowly to the floor. As she did, the heaviness of the sphere inside of her felt as though it were being pulled out, slowly spreading her open and making her full at the same time. But the sphere only stretched out, as if it would leave her body, and when her heels touched the floor, she realized the trick of the contraption: it would never be possible to push it out completely.
She rested for a moment, her weight on the floor and the sphere, warmer now from her body heat, pushing against her hole until she could no longer tolerate the sensation. It wasn’t painful as much as it was achingly pleasant—too achy, and too pleasant, to be tolerated for long.
